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I whispered a prayer softly
While he silently replied
My saviour. My demon.
Sliding a hand down
Touching skin.
Letting fingers dip and curve on flesh and scar tissue
Taking his time
Savouring the everlasting delight
And my agony
Wondering slowly
As my skin burned
My heart raced
He said he loved me
While arms locked
Hands griped
Fingers choked
The air stopped
He brought me to heaven
and I howled out
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