Her Hunger

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Amethyst eyes, a head full of gold,
A plagiarized heart,
A soul full of chaos, lost in the cold.

A longtime lover of Lisa May's
Is gone. Leaving her fogged in a daze
From cocktails of prescription drugs.
Amelia comforts with flowers and a hugs

Though Lisa's face, stale;
She's holding her breath;
For flowers are symbols of sorrys and death.

Drinking aged wine, for the night is young.
Songs of heartache, are played and sung.

These kissing girls!
Body parts, explored.
Amelia is a good,
Tonight she is whored.

Biting and bondage, white turning red.
Lisa ties her luster's limbs, to the bed.
Upon lipstick she sits, thighs smearing blush;
Grinding her hips into Amelia's head.

Brushing velvet on velvet,
Rolling tongues, like Latin.
They taste, they smell it.
Soaking the satin.

Covered in sweat
Gliding on skin
Lisa kisses her her neck
Touching her within.

Then Lisa's pupils widen, possessed.
Staring as Amelia rises to meridian
"You must pay now old friend"
While gritting her teeth, as she falls into obsidian

"The man. The bar. The hotel room.
My Marek and you. My love you ruined
Betrayed, backstabbed, you mischievous slut.
We were best of friends".
Lisa frowns while pumping her pelvis, then swiftly drives a dagger into Amelia's gut.

Amelia's eyes bulge from the excruciating pain.
Dropping her mandible, pulling restraints...
Bellowing out a winded pant
"You fucking animal"
She whines out her claim.

Lisa slowly slices Amelia's throat.
The gargling groan, she whispers to
"Animals, they don't do this babe...
Only humans do".

Submerged into blackness
Becoming one with her muse,
She paints beauty with madness
As she bathes in the nude.
No longer dazed and confused.

A death pre ordained.
Lust colluding's with revenge.
A taste sweeter than honey.
They both will ascend.

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