Pressure over my artery,
Caressing like a vamp.
I yearn for it. I crave it. I need it.
I beg.
"More. Harder. Deeper."
The thrill, the risk.
Danger, danger,
The deep, dark river coursing through my trembling body,
Flirting with its liberator.
Feel it pumping against teeth,
My lifeforce.
Grazing my delicate skin. Or is it gracing it?
Deep penetration. Oozing over my pallor,
Gushing sweetness, thick and sensual,
My false idol's power surging on account of my own, now waning.
An equilibrium of life and death,
Of love and lust,
The fusion.
Orgasmic.
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