Cold shears smote us between,
But never did it dissever our souls;
Confounded, we lay down unseen,
Unaware that our pleasure was false.

I seized your body close to mine,
And heard the gush in your vein;
Gently, fangs sank to dine,
Your sombre eyes betrayed the pain.

With vehemence, I engaged in wrath Thirsty for your crimson wine.
We lost our way in this primrose path,
Two unchaste fantasies entwine.