Copper flavored whispers in my ear.
Suffocating in the stench of spilled blood.
Caressing your cheek,
Leaving a bloody smear.

You did well my pet.
Never mind that you will not be replaced.
Thats the danger of a primal lust.
Bound too tight... -no just right-
Scratched to deep... - not enough-

It was my intention to wear your skin.
But you screamed so divine as I carved away your sin.
The crimson floods increasing my desire.
My lips became flush of stain.
As my tongue licked your fresh wounds.
Tasting of an aged penny.

Oh dear sweet pet,
I could help but apply the pressure,
Along your pretty jaw.
Cold steel dragged, barely snagged.
Your crystalline eyes glint in the fading light.
As you fell with your final release.

To bad. You were the perfect muse.

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