Itsy-Bitsy

Captivated by my embrace
Barbs caress angelic face
Bitter cold in immortality
I need to touch vitality

Upon sanguine satin sheet
So, tender my sweetmeat
Don't run; it's much too late,
Venom tis an itsy-bitsy wait.

Immortalized in octad arms,
I want to savor inner charms.
Look into hypnotic ebon eyes,
Reckoned, a tasty little prize.

Hush now, don't thrash so,
Such bliss, lusty flux flow.
I can't assure, there won't be pain
I promise, it won't be in vain