slowly
take my hand in yours
lead me to your lair
hidden
dark and warm
tearing away anything familiar
tossing it to the floor
kissing death
pleasure
pain and pure love
pulsing
like a heart beating
during its final days
moaning
crying all the same
eruption
boiling up until overflowing
ecstasy until the end
heat
cold shivers of sweat
now
from rocky start to
unstable foundations of lust
comfortable
leaving in the morning
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