Red Blood of Roses Two

A hungry, growling wolf, thirsty from the brilliant shine of the perfect moon

I am scratching the surface, of the crystal glass, my white satin gown, becomes red

As I open my eyes, I see your four paw prints above me, you drool, and lick the surface

Wet, I smile, and my flesh quivers for your taste, suddenly, you change format

Your body becomes, two legs, two hands, and you become, my prince of darkness

You jump down, open the brass handle of my bed, and I rise into the red blood

Of Two roses, in your hands, I fall, and then I fall unto your feet, you bend to touch my hair

And dripping from my palms, the thorns have driven, the silken red, becomes white

I slowly crawl, up to meet you, face to face, I pant, like a luna, in heat, I caress your neck

The bite, of longing spirits, two roses, that scent the demon inside, we unite

Take me to your tomb of torturing lust, and I will live with you, for another thousand years

In the red, of bleeding roses, I run with you, until we no longer see the full moon, until it disappears