Lustful eyes, Death rolling grip,
Shatters my soul, With an enticing Kiss.
With every ******, Desiring pleasure,
I lose my sense of passion.
There’s only engraving marks on your skin,
To remember my touch.
Your arms would be considered tattoos new fashion.
Memorable sites, I begin to forget as you get deeper in.

You poured red wine slowly into its glass,
With every drip I thought nothing else would last.
Senseless creativity longing to be taught,
Transformed me into something what was once just a thought.
Finally it tipped over, and the screaming began,
Screams of pleasure, and pain all in a trance.
The beauty of the feeling is now taught to strangers to it.

Wine began to spread on the carpet,
For they perfectly intertwine with each other.
Nothing out of place, you hold me in your arms.
Gracefully you began again, this time not so patiently.
Three days later we both wanted to relive the past,
And at last the pain and pleasure began again.
Not reliving the moment again but creating a future opportunity,
The very knowledge of having our first child.

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