Tenure |
Emblematically, I hold her dark heart, Freshly plucked From her ripe body, Heavily beating Just for me... (Her) secret dark heart, Thudding In my hands, Pulsing Between my fingers... The scent of her Juices Mingled with Her life's blood On my lips lingers... Her one and only Dark heart Belongs to me. (shhhh...) Whisper Your lust For the one Who holds Your dark heart... |