Cravings

  I crave for your blood on my lips.

I crave to touch you like this:

             Slowly, painfully, softly killing you.

  I crave for your last breath

when I choke you to death

             gently kissing you.

  I crave that your soul divine

be devoured by mine

             until I become you

I crave for that look in your eyes

that tell's me it's me you despise

             while I'm loving you.

 I crave you!