How gently drop your red tears run down my face,
like a flood of soft kisses,
in my darkest night,
drinking, and you say hold me in a tight embrace,
your hot breath onto my ear,
your knee between my thighs,
until I drown in your life.
And your bloody kisses my senses steal,
so you slit my skin under you,
until everything is a mixture of us
bitter and wet-
we taste of death.
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