Truth is I only like girls who can tear me down.
And I love watching girls try.
When I send my fingertips across their skin they forget what they ever wanted.
This is how you touch the heart of a dying breed.
Dig your nails into their chest, tell them what to believe.
Life means nothing without this moment.
Control every breath she takes.
The gasping, relentless strain.
Strength in her arms, slowly depleting,
As she sends her nails for any purchase,
Any grasp along my body.
I hear her heartbeat, as if it was drowning,
Lost in itself the blood raging.
My teeth sink into her body, her scream.
Forget pain, pain is just another endorphin overload.
The kind of drug that's never enough.
Scars that last, bone under blood and skin in her nails.
Saliva covering our mouths, and our necks
The sweat, the stench surrounding us.
In only this moment, you believe in paradise.
Utopia is found beneath the sheets,
or at least what is left of them.
Now your voice is harsh, you can't scream.
Only moan with what sounds like defeat.
As you push, try so hard to satisfy.
With one word thoughts, you lose the ability to speak.
I dig my teeth in, the skin around your collarbone.
My favorite spot, there I can grind.
I can dig, I can grasp, and I can growl.
Give you a ending, give you the satisfaction of release.
Strive, try, cry, moan, scream, breath.
It's almost over. I don't let go.
Around my teeth I feel only skin, and taste fresh blood.
This is a ridicule of my existence.
Another lost beneath me, to never forget what I've done.
The end, with bits of flesh in my teeth.
She can hardly move, silently whispering words undefinable.
Her eyes rolling around her head, euphoria.
Some people find this moment to be the most satisfying.
She won't even feel the pain until she calms.
And she won't even be mad.
I can see her looking in the mirror, touching the sore spot, seeing the dried blood, and feeling a animallistic sense of pride to bear it.
And another one, unable to tear me down.
I lust for a Serpentine, a equal.
Enthralled in the lingering taste of blood in my mouth, the flesh torn sensation on my back.
And for the moment, I am quite satisfied.