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The way you dim the lights when your hands glide up and down your vitric curves; sharp enough to the slit the tongues of men who find themselves snakes in your presence

I get you all to myself

How you love to see their lungs rupture

How you tell them, “You’ll only wish you were breathless.”

And how your libidinous lips camber into the last smile they’ll ever see, as they fall one by one

The way you dance for me

The way you slip your clothes off of your seething body, letting them drop to the floor like torrid sex on white souls 

I see you just fine

When you let your hair caress the ends of your shoulders as you breathe your angel air; intoxicating the blood that fills your cheeks with their sanguine lust

You’re so high, you’re so high

And when you crush yourself into bridled implosions in front of me, bending over, your spine protruding from your tightly-knit skin

How I wish I could scoop out your vertebrae and drop them into my broken glass; let your liquid body pour itself into me and just

Drink

You

In

You’re perfect, I know