Liquid roses

Roses are red,

violets are blue.

The drops of blood on the sidewalk,

they remember you.

After a whiff, my smooth, quiet feet,

they arrived at your door.

The lights are out.

Your swimming heart I already adore. 

In a flash I entered,

erect and aroused. 

Your white, rosy globes

and your sweet swan neck, 

they call their dark spouse.

Ever careful,

I knelt before your sleeping form.

My ancient teeth, they moved to devour

the lady who will be no more.