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I feel the blood from your veins drip upon my skin flesh activating the primal mechanism within my being, Making my blood pump faster, Knowing my desire replies With eagerness, to your soul's invitation. Your blood drains over my face slowly encasing my thighs. Feeling a bath of your life juice covering me. Sensing your struggle, Aware of your writhing as you coagulate. This is my crime. Your heart beats one last, Then shudder you do. When minds are alive and a view is askew

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