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Oct 2012
Her eyes laid upon my lips with razors in her teeth 
she bites down on my neck with ferocious intent
savoring the taste of what I've given up
                  It's something to bleed for 
       when the boredom becomes too much 

                                   I give in 
                          
                           and I give up 

ravishing the feel of her skin 
                  and the kiss of her cavernous grin...
Grind poetry. Happy Halloween.
Brandon
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Brandon  On the edge of your taste
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