She was bleeding out in a flood of words and blood and ink and life and her soul was opened wide and ready to be devoured by his eager tounge and teeth and his lips ached with anticipation at the scent of her lust and the nectar dripping and gliding along the velveteen folds of the petals of her hidden flower as she spoke in the lost whisper of echos of angels and devils committing sinful acts in the name of love and his fingers pushed aside and split her flesh and dived down to the roots of her pleasure and flowed back and forth against the rhythm of her hips grinding on his wet palm that soaked in the warmth of her moisture and he felt his soul sliding down her throat and into her wounds and scars with each breath she took through the song of her moans and she pulled down the night and covered him with the falling stars and the fire of her flesh and pinned his limbs against the silk bed of her eternity and tied his heart to her wrist and sliced his throat with a kiss and drained him of his wants and filled his every need and raised his pulse and stole his breath as she untied his heart and tossed it against the empty sky where it crashed and split open and his life and blood splattered and mixed and danced with the words and ink bleeding out of her soul