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It hurts but I like it
Void of inspiration
I hunt you down again
Youre worth every chaotic implosion
The silent death ive died a thousand times in your presence.
There is no better drug than your killing of me
Smoked eyes hide burnt tears
Your eyes burn into me tracing heated desires
Pain for pleasure
To deny, deny, deny!
Intoxication of the senses
Heart strings stretched to beaking
Loins fired with wanting
There is no greater sense of satisfaction
Than to reignite passions
And watch you try and put them out
With nothing but the faintest of hope
Isnt love strange?
Passionate Poem
I guess this is why I never kept a boyfriend long, no pain tolerance. I wish I had read your work in high school - Lady A
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