My master of the darkness

My master of the darkness put the empty glasses next to the bed ,
cover my eyes with your underwear that is wet.

Light the candles, the moon ist weak, 
We are alone  but not sick.

I feel your bite under my skin,
The blood is not freezing
The desire is increasing.

The wound IS bleeding 
 the glasses are full , 
this is not a nightmare 
And i dont have any reason to scare.