I love her
Deep,
Wine
Lips
I love her
Se-
Ductive
Hips
But mostly
Her
Crimson
Blood
Seeping out
Like a
Warm
Flood
I want it
All
Over
Me
Hear her
Scream
Passion-
Ately
Fall into
My
Bloody
Arm
With me
She'll
Rest
Calm
Her body's
What
I
Pine
I want her
Life
To be
Mine.
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