WARNING SIGN - you are warned.

Fingers-smell-bloody before reaching Eyes,

the growels become desperate

and bodies lock with ties.

 

salty skin covers your core

Legs lie back,

as I ask if she has ever done this before.

 

she seems unable to answer

caught in a trance,

her eyes fixed on mine,

right below my neck.

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