Oh how tenderly I would wrap you,
in what a tender hug I’d capture You,
entwining our thorns in our mortal fleshes,
Feeding You with the blood of my love.

Mixing bliss and blood,
tears and pleasure
breaths and moans.

Suspending time with our heartbeats,
scratching our skins
in a spiralling dance of Oneness

Making time not existing.
Little instants of Foreverness
we are given to live
till the end of time.