By kevin urenda
Date: 18 May 2000
le petit mort (redux)
I feel your passion seethe
from the very air you breathe
As I nuzzle your supple neck
I cannot keep my blood in check
for I long to drink the fire
every last wanton desire
from the depths of my humble soul
I would to you become control
in the shortness of your breath
you let me taste your little death
05.17.00
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