With a vine of veins entangled raising my pulse of lust akin to the tallow glow as I hunger for transfusion in my cravings of eternal bliss Deep and wet from a kiss in the hollows of your neck blazing a trail to your breasts black lit against the shadows looking toward the east And the dawning mist of sangria and red roses so sweeter the ripple of my tell-tale verse dissolving into
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