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Drip, drip, drip

I watch the crimson liquid fall from the blade

I can see your soul begin to fade

It is for mercy you have begun to beg

After I had detached you from your leg

Drip, drip, drip

The sweet taste of your blood upon my lips

As I kissed you slowly past your hips

The wound glistening with its treasure

And from thy treasure I partook pleasure

A pleasure that had awakened a passion never seen before

And how I used to wish it were this and nothing more

Drip, drip, drip

I let the white fangs dive deep within the taunting ivory of your flesh

I take in the scent of you as if it were roses cut fresh

Still caressing and heavy petting before the articles of clothing upon the floor

Your hand grazing softly on my burning flesh yearning to explore

Yet the blade’s singing echoes from before

As your crimson honey fell upon the floor

Drip, drip, drip

Your soft sinful lips tossing all my worries aside

The enchantment of your charms forcing me to abide

But its how glorious you are making me feel inside

Causes me to smile devilishly as I open my heart wide

The soft sweet echoes of je t’amie are whispered in my ear

We are letting our hearts guide us while pushing aside our fear

Drip, drip, drip

The sweat gently falling off my face

As you lie there next to me, I can feel your heart race

Then I feel the strong arms clasping a loving embrace

It seems as if your heart was saying, “I don’t want to face

The world without you next to me.

Oh how I wish I could make you see

What you really mean to me.”

We saw each others’ love in the others’ eyes

Then strangely together we cried

The sound of joyous tears rolling off of our faces

Drip, drip, drip