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His mouth pressed unto mine, Moving slowly like sands of time. His lips tasted like honey, It felt like he and I are meant to be.
But I was awakened by his tongue, Stabbing me deeper— so much sharper than fangs.
I bled continuously it flooded my whole being, Love I was seeking... But found death instead of bliss, poison I have taken not heaven, which I have expected from his kiss! Such sweet demise I have come across with, from his lips that kills!
