We fall back on the dark,
Where hope diminshes amongst the spark,
Of an aggrevated mind,
And me and you and us and we,
Are nothing but a part of a part,
Of this sweet tasting blackness,
That wraps around our tender limbs,
Leaving us tangled together,
In a sick symbolistic skit of death love dying living surviving sex preying,
But I can't remove my mouth from yours,
Or stop touching your skin,
Slick with both of our sweat,
This sensation unlike any other,
Strange twisted comfortably uncomfortable,
Sends me wanting into your arms,
Wishing I could crawl inside you inside this darkness,
And lick your ribcage from the inner depths of your body.
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