Blood

**Contains Mature Language**

Through veins, blood courses
To arteries. To soul.
To brain, to toes
To arms that hold you
To eyes which behold
To fingers that that tempt skin
To nose that drinks your fragrance
as pure femininity
The scent I crave
To your c**k you own
This blood does flow
Pulsing, throbbing
The blood is mine
The blood is yours