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The Perfect Match

And now I've brought you to this tinder shell
Of rotting boards, crude writing on the wall.
Your look tells me how much I light you up
And how you must be ridden to a fall.

I press my large hand firm across your mouth
And pull you down as you bend and turn.
You try to push away but I’m too strong.
We rub together, rub until we burn.

I take you down onto what is there;
A broken chair, blown plaster or the floor.
You claw at me, there is no coming back,
We are no longer what we were before.

I look into your eyes and strike you hard.
Yielding to the punishment you crave
You fight and struggle to receive my wrath
Till there's nothing left to give or save.

Our dark desire has found its oxygen
The fire builds, it burns ‘til it consumes.
It leaves you as a noise. The piercing howl
Escapes the hand, the corridors, the rooms.
Written by StaveleyJ
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