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I fall asleep thinking you're there; I wake up knowing you're not.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

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Broken window eyes and rain spattered cheeks; my spider hands crawl in your attic.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

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Your skin, wet against my palm; my whip\u2019s red kisses are hot against my tongue.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

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A known danger, still you let me pull you to pieces and remake you into the most fragile lace.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

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I dip my fingers into your warmth and lick your honey off my lips.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

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Warm breath soft against sore skin whispers of wet promises.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

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Let me dive into you, open you wide with the force of my sins, a deep hunger appeased only by the fear in your eyes.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

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A puzzle of flesh and bone to take apart; my greedy fingers trace the edges of your pieces.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

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The world grinds to a halt in the space between heartbeats; my fingers press memories into your sacred skin.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

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Hot coals, red glimmers powdered soft and grey; the touch of my hands burn cities to the ground, the touch of my lips destroy worlds.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

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Red hot welts and burning tears; soft, warm kisses from my gentled heart.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

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Splayed and filled, your vocabulary whittled down to please; I taste the hot tears you promised me.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

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Liquid drops of salt on the pale silk of your inner thigh; black velvet night kissed with the heat of the day\u2019s last breath.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

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Wide-spread thighs and down on your knees; with the red starburst of my handprint smacked hard into your flesh, you are perfect and pure.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

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My touch sets loose the heat of your loins, teasing the pulse of shuddering, aching release; while you shake, panting and wet, I christen you Good and kiss the tears from your cheeks.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

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When I break you, you will cry - but your tears will feel like sweet, warm sunshine on your quivering skin.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

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I fall asleep thinking you’re there; I wake up knowing you’re not.   Broken window eyes and rain spattered cheeks; my spider hands crawl in your attic.   Your skin, wet against my palm; my whip\u2019s red kisses are hot against my tongue.   A known danger, still you let me pull you to pieces and remake you into the most fragile lace.   I dip my fingers into your warmth and lick your honey off my lips.   Warm breath soft against sore skin whispers of wet promises.   Let me dive into you, open you wide with the … <\/p>\n

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