Sticks to my fingers
Drapes my arms in red
Can you feel the shiver
As the heat spills on the bed?
   
    ~*~

Liquid terror
To taste of salt
Crimson mirror
Tomorrows put off

Waltz of Assault
Softly broken in
Can you hear the heart die
As you caress the skin?

A wadding pool
Filled with lust
Made of human soul
Body is turned to rust
    
     ~*~

The sheets have stained
The floor now wet
The night no longer screams
For that past offense

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