"The Price of Love"
by: Dilly_pickle

Haunting screams fill the night,
Of terror and agony and cold-blooded murder.
Beneath the shadows, beyond the light,
Your silhouette stands rigid
The darkness filling your corner.

The fire in your eyes,
The blazing heat of your skin,
All call to me, all beckon to me.
And I follow,
Like a moth to a flame.

Your finger descends upon the scar on your cheek,
A cut left untended.
Digging deeper and deeper,
Till it opens up to your torture,

I approach you,
My footsteps echoing on the cold marble floor.
The smell of blood fills my senses,

Your blood…

Bitter to the tongue.
As I graze your cheek softly,
With my blood tainted lips.

The salt on your skin,
The feel of your body so close to mine.
Arouse my senses like no other can,
And I begin my slow torture.

Slow seduction.

Your skin cries out for mercy,
As my kiss trails lower and lower.
Your body begins to shiver,
Is it in anticipation or fear?

I stop.

And hold you tight in my embrace,
As your soul cries out for mercy.

So childishly innocent,
Yet so dangerously provocative.
The fire in your eyes,
The passion in your heart.
All draw me to you,
Like a moth to a flame.

Pain and Pleasure
Passion and Pride
Two sides of the same coin.
As the night grows weary,
And your moans grow silent.
In exchange for my heart,
I receive a slap from your own hand.

The tears come quickly,
And thoughts about leaving fill my mind.
But as I watch you,
Deep in your peaceful slumber.
I know the reason why,

I stay.

Night after night,
In your cold embrace.

For like a moth to the flame,
I am drawn.
To the fire in your eyes,
That would someday belong to me.
And the passion in your heart,
That would one day be mine.