My darling,
I crave to bite
Your lips just like an apple.
I don’t care that it hurts you!
I want to feel
Your lips shivering with pain
And feel your blood
Steaming on my lip.
Your warm blood…
Maybe this way I’ll temperate,
The hunger for you,
The hunger for your body,
The hunger for the pleasure of knowing
That you are only mine’s.
If I could I would lock your body
In a teardrop…
Who would want to cry?
Only I would keep you
Hidden under my eyelids
Just as the old pyramids
Held inside them the bodies of the pharaohs.