Like the sweetest kiss upon the lips
The sharpest teeth that gently nips
The softest touch upon my skin
Taking with it everything I've been
The loving embrace of cold flesh on mine
Sending shivers up my spine

So much pain at first
The pleasure-the thirst
Drawing out what gives me life
Feeding this dark intent

There is no pain-no fear-no hate
Giving freely what they must take.

Penned by my hand on the 10th of Midsummer, in the year 93 MA.