Blood Rain
I am taken in by her verd antique eyes,
Her crimson lips so delicate and fine.
The way she saunters my way,
Her curves, how they intoxicate.
She is pulchritude beyond reason,
Her voice is elegant as the silk that drapes her skin.
She approaches and parts her lips,
I quiver, trapped in her sensual stare.
Her skin, so supple to the touch,
She speaks softly to me, "Tell me you love me."
The words spill from my mouth,
Closer she takes me, her arms embrace.
She smells as a spring morn,
Aromatic, my senses arouse as she caresses me.
Standing back, she smiles seductively,
Flash enamel sparkle as saliva drips from them.
She takes me, as I give into her,
Rapture in pain I feel as the blood drips beneath.
I look down at the drops of blood,
They dot the ground below like raindrops, one by one.
I fall, but know I will rise again.
To stand with my beloved, Blood Rain...
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