Cold air, pale skin
Do you smell the sweet scent of the blood
Memory, bloody desire
Nightly vaginalism overcame me

Blurred pictures clears up
Your cries, no response
Your touch, her warm blood on your skin
Severed artery

A cold drop slides down the neck
To bosom
To sternum
To navel
To clitoris...

Her bloody defenselessness wakes my desire
While you accomplish the ritual
Her eyes opened
While you penetrade her
Her thights clings demand around you
She want your juice, the holy gral
You open your eyes
The moonlight falls in her sleeping face
After lightening comes dismay
What drives a man to this dream?