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OUROBOROS FEAST
My tongue flickers and licks
Her wounds that yearn,
Unaware it is
A flame that burns
Now thermal springs
Abound within her-
She weaves her flesh
With mine and simmers,
Grips and thrusts me
Deep into her fray;
The taste of pain consumes
We melt away
Her wounds that yearn,
Unaware it is
A flame that burns
Now thermal springs
Abound within her-
She weaves her flesh
With mine and simmers,
Grips and thrusts me
Deep into her fray;
The taste of pain consumes
We melt away
Published 24th Nov 2018
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