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Her Final Rest
There’s a moment of sweet tenderness
When your eyes meet mine and sigh
Seeming to surrender wholly to your fate
Oh, to hold to all that is or ever might be
Even these moments of lusting and lies
All the passions and desires we share
Come only to these cruel ends
The final pounds of your struggling heart
Frantic writhing for one more hour of life
But now, to your soul I must attend
Thank you for letting me take your life
To its place of final rest
Thank you for sharing this unalterable night
Filled with delights and pleasures
In departing, you’ve blessed me with your best
To feel your heat and possess your soul
Pierced deep with my final fervent thrusts
I rest upon your body, now cooling and composed
As all your memories enter their darkness
I kiss your lips having done what I must
Your gift to me is all that you have ever been
Or might have one day become
Spread gracefully next to your windowsill
I caress your childlike face and touch your still-moist eyes
Wishing you back in the evening’s last ray of sun
When your eyes meet mine and sigh
Seeming to surrender wholly to your fate
Oh, to hold to all that is or ever might be
Even these moments of lusting and lies
All the passions and desires we share
Come only to these cruel ends
The final pounds of your struggling heart
Frantic writhing for one more hour of life
But now, to your soul I must attend
Thank you for letting me take your life
To its place of final rest
Thank you for sharing this unalterable night
Filled with delights and pleasures
In departing, you’ve blessed me with your best
To feel your heat and possess your soul
Pierced deep with my final fervent thrusts
I rest upon your body, now cooling and composed
As all your memories enter their darkness
I kiss your lips having done what I must
Your gift to me is all that you have ever been
Or might have one day become
Spread gracefully next to your windowsill
I caress your childlike face and touch your still-moist eyes
Wishing you back in the evening’s last ray of sun
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