I've made love to life's dark shadow, grown comfortable in her arms
I've kissed her lips and ran my hands over her hips, breast and charms
A siren's dance a macabra romance, seduced as a necrophile slave
She beckons my age and mortal cage, to bed with her in the grave
Dry bones covered with stones, form a blanket of rock for my bed
Her dark womb a traveling tomb, silent brothel of the dead
In naked orgy wild, a virgin defiled, rolled in a brief orgasm of life
Each breath, between being or death, balanced on the edge of a knife
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This is a haunting embrace of mortality, where desire and decay become one. Your words dance on the knife's edge between ecstasy and oblivion. Profoundly dark and captivating.
Heart touching ♥️
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