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How can it still so often feel

       like an eternity

               since our last touch

                     when we were together

                           only days before




                        It is the closest thing

                    to a beautiful torment,

                my throat squeezes a sound

             from me, that makes us fear

      an end to this painful pleasure 

  is coming




             The fierce burning

                    that you're striving hard

                         to quench

                              will be in flames

                                   once again

                                        

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                                    My hunger for you

                                will need to be fed

                             Your body

                         I fear

                    will be my

                sacrifice

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