the sweet taste of your hellA Poem by dutch2lipshorror, poemPicture: 'Morbid' by Oskaline
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fluently entering your mind
sneaking sips of your fear
your death would be too kind
I think I will keep you near
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I love it, how your voice
reach that inhuman height
the tender meat is my choice
I linger on each little bite
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licking the constant stream
warm blood with iron taste
our duet, my bite, your scream
together perfectly paced
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I love it, how you moan
the terror in your eyes
tearing your flesh from bone
lying between your thighs
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hot damp air escapes
while I'm eating your skin
creating such cute shapes
so delicate and thin
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I need to pause a while
can't have you passing out
it makes it all worthwhile
feasting as you shout
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gorging on your chest
I noticed with dismay
while chewing on your breast
you finally passed away
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licking off my fingers
I sit and rest a spell
your taste on me still lingers
the sweet taste of your hell
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© 2011 dutch2lipsAuthor's Note
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