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She extends a hand, in it a bloody beating heart, it thumps along with the rhythm of my own, drumming a seductive song into my mind - she extends the other hand in it a knife, it’s blade glistening in the warm candle light shimmering with a cold seduction - a promise of pain followed by peace, tranquility - I take it - I cut deep at the sternum down to the navel blood rushes forth with the flood of pain - I reach in and grab my ever pulsing heart - a muscle of promise flexing for reality - we exchange hearts I implant hers in my chest cavity of course a perfect fit - she does the same and smiles - we stitch each others wounds while singing songs of love and whispering promises of infinite pleasure, what an exchange - Ooh to play such a dangerous game - giving freely what can only be truly given once - but I felt relieved to bond with an eternal song in such a sacred manner - I wonder if we could exchange eyes so I could see myself in your sight - you know see what is so alluring and at the same time she’ll see herself and truly know her real beauty as only I could see it - her lover, her form, her unconquerable warmth - out love blooms like a flower with all seeing eyes aware of all the beauty around and the beauty inside.