Ending the night

I will end your night if you happen to forget about the way I look at dusk

I will twist your fingers the way your tongue twisted inside of me

The open wall that you touch with the tip of your tongue

I won't wait for long

I will cut your throat open in the same place that I've kissed it 

with my fervent lips

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