scrapes and scratches cover us both
ragged wounds and viscious scars
you and I lay spent, in silence,
beneath the burning stars
tangled in each others limbs
touching, yet still and hushed
my lips brush your heated skin
I feel your pulse, hard and rushed
This sacred night soon shall end,
there is no thwarting time
soon it will be your time to go
but not before one
last
bite
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