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Climaxxx Red
Climaxxx (Red)
The moistness lingers on my palms
Like I painted the town of Lago
Memories of you and me on a sweaty mattress
Perspiration on your breasts as you rise up to meet me in orgasm
I collapse onto you like a building being imploded
You wrap your arms and legs around me like a spider who is in your web of passionate kisses
We come again in a sultry afterglow
As I stare into the deep blue well of your eyes
My fingers draw a trail up your inner thigh
You caress my back and grab my ass and pull me into you one more time as we release the tension in climax again
Fall asleep in each other’s arms my lips on your neck
In a fever dream that feels like a nightmare
I battle the demons that haunt you and me
Demon on top I stretch my fingers to reach the handle of the blade
In a last gasp I touch it and plunge the blade into a gargoyle’s heart
As I roll over in bed I feel a wetness cling to me
Try to rub the sleep from my eyes
It starts to come into focus but all I see is Red
Touch your shoulder but you’re cold to the touch
This can’t be happening it was just a bad dream
I roll you to me and I see that I sacrificed my love
Blood splatters on the wall and a heart is still beating on the table
At least you came three times before you died
I get dressed and slip out the bathroom window
As the blaring sirens call off in the distance
The moistness lingers on my palms
Like I painted the town of Lago
Memories of you and me on a sweaty mattress
Perspiration on your breasts as you rise up to meet me in orgasm
I collapse onto you like a building being imploded
You wrap your arms and legs around me like a spider who is in your web of passionate kisses
We come again in a sultry afterglow
As I stare into the deep blue well of your eyes
My fingers draw a trail up your inner thigh
You caress my back and grab my ass and pull me into you one more time as we release the tension in climax again
Fall asleep in each other’s arms my lips on your neck
In a fever dream that feels like a nightmare
I battle the demons that haunt you and me
Demon on top I stretch my fingers to reach the handle of the blade
In a last gasp I touch it and plunge the blade into a gargoyle’s heart
As I roll over in bed I feel a wetness cling to me
Try to rub the sleep from my eyes
It starts to come into focus but all I see is Red
Touch your shoulder but you’re cold to the touch
This can’t be happening it was just a bad dream
I roll you to me and I see that I sacrificed my love
Blood splatters on the wall and a heart is still beating on the table
At least you came three times before you died
I get dressed and slip out the bathroom window
As the blaring sirens call off in the distance
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