It begins...

with light lips
a gentle caress
your sculpted hips
as I pull off my dress
drawing ever closer
raising heartbeats to a trot
then a thunder
my hands curled into claws
the longing to tear you asunder
floods me with the beauty of torn flesh
teeth bared
and reservations shed
I will drag you mercilessly
into my bed
this game we play
I make you stay
forever entranced
with our bloody little dance

scratches and burns
the power struggle
control can quickly turn
while upon your neck I shall suckle
the loss of skin, we shall not mourn
with gorgeous scars, your skin I shall adorn