Blood rusted hands

I yearn for your blood rusted hands to grasp my soul and feast on it like an animalistic mad man, to consume and concur my entire being until we are one, i beg for you to destroy me and shape me into your perfection, i crave for your teeth to sink into my bones and drain me of life until all that is left of me, is you. I ache for you to bruse and scar my flesh as you claim me from every position, for my body to turn to fatigue and endure agony when your marks fade, to have an excuse for you to devour me all over again. I yearn to brake as you fuck me with a cannibalistic desire, to ruin me and carve your name inside of me, claiming me as your goddess, and your whore. Brake my soul to bend me as you please. I exist to be your wicked curse.