Your lips bleed like the scarlet syrup of a dark passion fondue; two curly lines of red peeking from behind your hallowed veil, and you, you lay them upon my neck, my very body you hail as your own. This then, is like a red petal falling on alabaster or a rose stained in blood as I pull you closer to me and together, we drown in a pool of crimson wine you anoint my lips with. The taste of you is like the tip of a sword dipped in sparkling liquorice; and our ******* becomes the hypnotism my tongue slickly wrap around, or perhaps, the ****** of this eyeless world. Weβre just like diamonds sleeping on their velvet cushions, or illuminating puppets showing the way. Love, may you claim me, till death do us part.