Dying for Freedom

I am fresh and fertile,

summoning you in,

pumping to the beat of a

drum, oozing at your sight,

your tongue,

smell me and

we will dance,

your body,

strangled in mine,

torture and bliss,

at the click of a

wrist.

Die in me.

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