Poetry?

Found this lurking in a disused folder on my computer today. It was an erotic poem I wrote for a friend of mine, who had a bit of a blood fetish. Decided RHP was an ideal place to re-post it and see what people thought - and to try and lure out anyone elses work.---The vital fluid is strangely warm to the touch of my fingers Clinging to the skin like reunited lovers Hateful curiosity forces my hand and I taste that awful water Sweetness fills my stomach as I foolishly drink my fill I choke upon my hunger, stomach gurgling in eager anticipation The dark thirst threatening to drown a forever parched throat Sinful etchings of cascading desire blind my lusting eyes I feel myself fade away, lost to basest emotion At the height of passion, a beast wears my skin A blind slave to the waves of reluctant sensation Forgotten is the shame of sickening addiction Only the taste of vitae, dancing across my tongue like an idol of seduction Life is crippled by eternally degenerative urges Existance narrowing to a single blur of perception All I have left is the hunger, gnawing always at the edge of my mind Even now I feel it calling to me, begging for sickly sweet succour Shedding the skin in sanguinous epicure The subject of my epitath lies prostrate before me The thirst seethes like scorching flame through my flesh I taste fear on her lips and it pleases me Liquid crimson paints innocent alabaster The lust bubbles and dies, laying placated Lips are stained ruby, still sweet as the thirst sleeps I know my fatal appetite will only grow stronger The body is cold, eyes glassy and dull Breasts no longer heaving under the gentle sway of her breath I cry and urge her to awake, but the chill of her skin freezes me I want to cry, but no emotion stirs beneath my fascade of humanity I killed her, as I now know I had intended all along Drained of every last drop of her life for the sake of my delicious orgy She lies so still beside me, so deathly still I close my eyes and try to sleep, to reach blissful oblivion But I cannot hide from the revelations that savage my mind Soul-numbing truthes sweeping my sanity aside And sickeningly I know, beyond the charitable wall of doubt That I am the architect of my appetites