Life – by Cian Ashling

Slip against my skin once more
My cold and bright friend.
Slip into his skin once more
I shiver as it rends.
My lips meet his skin once more
Sweet draught of living life.
My tongue explores once more
The wound made by my knife.
The thrill of life once more
as my soul begins to fly.
My being ignites once more
As your essence makes me high.