The Cricket chirps in the distance
in the otherwise silent night
As we draw closer
I can smell the animal in her
the wild beast in me awakens:
I drink from her, the forbidden
nectar of lust, not love;
the warm breath, in my ear
whispers: "I love you"
Her fingers dig into my flesh
- a pain that causes pleasure
My palpitation grows stronger
The stench of sweat
Mine and hers, mixed-
The night draws longer.
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