This isn't my twisted mind. This is the twisted mind of the music I'm listening to. "You like to kiss me with your bloody lips", well, you get the rest. BlutEngel. And, they're not really having sex. Sasuke keeps his underwear.
This poem's a little rough around the edges, but I like it anyway.
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SasukeI can feel my blood flow
From the spot your blade hit
You say you love my pure, red blood
You say you want to taste it
OrochimaruMy tongue is touching your soft, pale skin
My hand is playing with your hair
I can feel you shudder, I can hear you cry
Come play with me if you dare
SasukeThe pain is mixing with pleasure and lust
The floor is stained red
Your wish is my law
My own will is dead
OrochimaruI'm picking up a razor blade
And press it to your chest
Slowly lowering you to the floor
Let me take care of the rest
The dark liquid makes you look pale
Paler than ivory and snow
I lean down and kiss your lips
Your blood pressure must be low
SasukeMy view is getting blurry
My perspective isn't straight
Take care of me, my lover
Keep me away from hate
The floor is hard and cold
My body's tired and weary
I scream as you cut me once again
My eyes are getting teary
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Review if you want, but please don't flame me. I know perfectly well I'm not a perfect poet.