Fingertip, coated through blood
Lip run upon the flesh,
Appendage across fiery skin,
  burnt well to the core.
Eros is dwelt on love of lust,
Agape is dwelt on love of truth,
and Philos is upon love of brother,
but Sinnis is my desire of this night.
Lust of blood, an appetite longed for,
  long begone to my soul,
  no longer in my body.
With this I shed my vein,
Coerce blood from heart,
to brush upon your tongue,
spread upon your lips,
Only to steal it back, in a kiss,
through seduction of your
Heart and Soul,
  your existence.
You will be mine,
and lest ye be cold,
you will partake in sins of the flesh,
and purr in desire for more.

Take from your prey,
the black widow sings.

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