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Lips burning like fire kissed skies
Offset by jewels of emerald eyes
A-line bob as sharp as a blade
Carry your expression like a hand grenade

Wet lips licked and split by a ring
One tug to detonate a wild mood swing
I listen, we fuck, I pound, you scream
The perfect image of a wet dream

Criss crossed scars reveals our game
Exposed flesh that hides no shame
A game of knives will pass the time
Sweat soaked sheets, blood, cum and grime

Droplets trickle down our backs
Pooling formless melting wax
Your porcelain skin, fading candles ignite
Taste you in shadows and dying light