I feel the blood from your veins drip    
                             upon my skin flesh
                      activating the primal mechanism  
                              within my being,
                            Making my blood pump 
                                     faster,
                         Knowing my desire replies
                              With eagerness, 
                                to your soul's  
                                   invitation.
                       Your blood drains over my face 
                          slowly encasing my thighs.
                   Feeling a bath 
                        of your life juice covering me.
                            Sensing your struggle,
                      Aware of your
                              writhing as you coagulate.
                                This is my crime.
                           Your heart beats one last,
                             Then shudder you do.
                  When minds are alive and a view is askew