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The end of me
Your lips are sodden
with poison,
I'll merrily die savouring them,
Your hands like flames,
as they roam over my skin
and I willingly
burn and burn and burn
to the point of no return
from each scorching touch,
That mouth and tongue of yours,
a deadly combination,
dripping with venom,
as you whisper sinful things
in my ear
and travel tantalisingly
down the valley
of my peaked breasts,
Those devilish eyes,
never leaving mine,
as you nestle between my thighs,
promising
to take me to heaven.
You will be
the end of me.
~L.Y
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YOU ARE READING
Dismantle me
PoetryStripped down to my very core, dismantled in the most blissful of ways, replaced my broken and ugly pieces with parts of you. I became a living being recreated for loving you.
