Grace escapes my life this burgeoning night.<\/p>\n
Drugs coax me to door of the dying.<\/p>\n
I care little of this conclusive plight.<\/p>\n
Our souls are annexed, mortality crying.<\/p>\n
Resistance of desire not within our might.<\/p>\n
A bitten tongue commences shared dining.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Dreamlike wraiths, absorbed in the dining.<\/p>\n
Looking, feasting, blackened blood of night.<\/p>\n
Joyous in jilt, imbibing the crying.<\/p>\n
Arousal strikes hard, ignorance of plight.<\/p>\n
Rapturous, we consummate the dying.<\/p>\n
Bodies as one, exuding lust\u2019s might.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Dominance, retreats against passions might.<\/p>\n
Ocular delight, next course of dining.<\/p>\n
Penetrative elation cries this night.<\/p>\n
Pain lost, I sup on her blood and crying.<\/p>\n
We know how this end, enduring the plight.<\/p>\n
Union continues hence, no heed on dying.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Death strikes his toll, in tune to the dying.<\/p>\n
His solemn bell rings, purposive in might.<\/p>\n
Skin, swift the entr\u00e9e of fervours dining.<\/p>\n
Heavenly flesh, savoury gift of the night.<\/p>\n
Blissful in tears, garnished of the crying.<\/p>\n
Our hands peeling further, aching nails plight.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Faux limbs discarded, aide-memoir of plight.<\/p>\n
Inedible in passions pure dying.<\/p>\n
I devour her essence this very night,<\/p>\n
My skinned nose, entremets of her dining.<\/p>\n
She shears off my face, fangs working might.<\/p>\n
Sweet, mutual pain, dressed by the crying.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Pain flows, red tears, blending the crying,<\/p>\n
Hungers soft kiss, preceding loves last plight,<\/p>\n
Time draws its veil, our void of the dying,<\/p>\n
Vastness of void, advances against our might,<\/p>\n
Bodies flayed, craven within our dining,<\/p>\n
Luxuriously devoured our night.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
This night, we are one in the crying,<\/p>\n
The dying flies out, carriage of the plight,<\/p>\n
Yielding of might, tenacious in the dining.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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