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I'd welcome him in,

embrace him in my
now frozen soul,

let him take me
wherever he chose,

let him have his way
and leave me panting
for more.

I'd invite his charms
and flirt till he succumbed
to my desire,

tease him mercilessly,
taunting his groin
with movements,

till he had no choice,
but to have me.

I'd make him want me,

like I want him,

like he's wanted no other.

I would be the one,
he had to consume,
lest,
I'd be his ruin.

Were death to take me now,
I'd lie with him,

willingly
upon his bed of

sinful fate-
and die

happily,

within' his arms.