• starmike 10w

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    She licks our wounds like a cat licks milk,
    Slurping in bits, till there is no more.

    "I am sorry I just..."
    She implodes our ears.

    Like drums she beats us to her tune,
    And we dance, oh we dance!
    To the thump of our exhilaration.

    We will kill ourselves to hear her sing,
    And she will sing oh, she will sting,
    Till we are wedded with death.

    Starmike