You're sanguine and luscious set in a crystal stand. I can taste you from there. I can't deny you my hand. I can't deny you my pain. For with you I am comforted again. You are poison to my lips. Though I want every last drop. Ridden with guilt knowing I can't stop.

I hold you and watch the beads of sweat run. Matching tears from my eyes. Isn't this fun? Heart broken I was before. Now I am stained. With your red sweet juices flowing inside of my veins.

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Suzanne Bliss 2001