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I feel the heat of your skin upon mine,

Radiating from the distance, the lost time.

Thrown aback by a heated and disrupting breeze,

Starring up helplessly toward the lush trees.



I claw desprately at your back, chocking back a cry,

You're thrusting slowly now, your hand reaching for mine

The image of a profound love many would say,

But I see absolutely no love when he looked my way.



I taste a metallic essence upon my tongue,

Reaching up, licking your lips of the remaining blood.

My nails dragging helpless, my lips muffled as a demanding hush,

I let out another cry, surrendering to the bittersweet lust.