Letters To You

Nympho

Sometimes it is everyday
And other times its twice a year.
Really, i don't know when it will arrive
And i never know when it will leave.

It feeds me.

Weekly, daily, hourly.
And i never know when ill die of thirst.
Navigating through the empty hours
Taunting me. Destroying my innocence.

You tried to fight it.
Other times you encourage it to kill me.
Understand, you wont be the same after this.

Something about you distracts it.
Are you its primal victim ?
Read me the instructions to penetrate
And maybe it will go away.

I am the only one to do this to you

Neither you or i believe that truly.
Evidently, it laughs as well
Even its dark lonely soul grins at the thought.
Determined to rip my love with thorns of sin.

You remind me of its intentions.
Or maybe it is the fragrance of death
Utter "taste me" instead of silence.

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"I am a nymphomaniac. Who are you?"

 He whispers.

"Are you a nympho too?"


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Tame it. I say to myself
Although i know i have to
Keep myself ready to conquer.
Eat. It screams.

Maybe, its just looking out for you.
Even still, it tempts me to strike again.

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"I am a murderer. Who are you?" 

She asks.

"Do you taste the blood too ?"