APOCALYPSE

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by saturn_69

by saturn_69

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Those lips

A sweet apocalypse

Skin to skin

Over me, you'd still win

Euphorically hysteric

Biting you and it feels erotic

Your harsh grips

Prints a love totem onto my hip

Two hearts began to collide

Sweet and Intoxicating sounds come to abide

Your sweet wrath

Beginning to lose my breathe

Blood, sweet and tears

Love wounds starting to pierce

We blush every breath we take

Hoping that our hearts won't break

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𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝟚𝟘𝟙𝟡