Breathing unevenly in my arms,
this tired soul
this porcelain angel
She reaches, caresses my face
Whilst I brush the darkening hair
from her teary eyes
Infinite seafoam eyes,
stained with black
Crimson lips part
as I fill my mouth with her sweet necter
I could drown in these polluted tears

She claws deep into me, grasping on for life
as I drain her,
as she drains me,
sucks me dry

Her hands are ice, yet her stomache
emanates a familiar heat
Twisting deep inside
The omniscient fire
Flowing through her veins,
into mine
Uniting our weary souls
our weary bodies
Skin against skin as soft as merlot
These cashmir sensations
This knot of legs entangling our existance

I am caught in her teeth
Swallowing her composition

The magic of our complementary beauty
This delicate feminemity
Futile to supress such urges,
she tastes so good
tantalizing complete digestion

Harvesting, flourished in this throbbing womb

Bathed and blanketed in her lips
She clings to my posession
As now I own this soul, this desire
Swallow and divulge
tastes so damn good.....

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