I'm crying tears of blood,
As you knew I would,
When you opened my vein,
With that tiny prick of pain,
Then to the wound, your lips did press,
I forgot all my worries, fears and stress,
While you drank I felt a pleasure,
A hightened feeling, beyond any measure,
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The title of this poem has just inspired me. Great poem, buddy.