#6 of poetry collection
Poem no. 6
your lips taste of poison
but your words sound so sweet
You are my venom snake
so sink me with your teeth
Tear into my flesh
and let me feel you deep
Bite me hard and let me feel you drain
Into my blood and pour into my veins
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