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Aztec

The drums beat heavy  
and my hair makes  
a thick, wet whap  
on my naked back  
 
Streaked in the gore  
of previous sacrifices,  
their willing  
hearts still pulsing  
against my palm  
 
I pause at the stone table  
 
and shudder  
at how fucking  
much it cost  
to have your  
arms slide  
around  
my waist  
Written by Betty
Published | Edited 23rd Jul 2023
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