You pull from necks
The dregs of blood.
It’s irony in taste
Makes your saliva flood.
You saw me
Strange attraction.
You wanted me
To use for satisfaction.
On your tongue
The drops roll.
From veins of mine.
The blood you stole.
Your teeth tear,
The body wilts.
You grow stronger
And hold no guilt.
As you pull from the chest
A heart that was so cold
Drain blood from its chambers
On each other they fold.
You let the body fall
To the earthy floor
And streak into the night
To nothing Moored.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
that is intriguing, - 'You pull from necks The dregs of blood' You wanted me To use for satisfaction. On your tongue The drops roll. From veins of mine' your new mate? very descriptive lines