Draining me of this september sorrow,
Drawing the wind back to my sails,
I've raised anchor,
Journeyed past those ocean depths,
Set my course for Elysium,
That paradise of your skin,
The taste on your lips,
I've eyed your neck,
Want my words upon it,
Written in shades of purple,
What a hunger we carry
Ready to sink our teeth in
To the crimson of this heat