thum-rolling your goat skinned drum
as i concede the taste
haunt me baby when you pass
you’re thick and hot and make me gleam
my cold heart needs your blockage
inviting you to take my breath away
bursting the surface
flitting on your bare skin
fitting on your bare skin
the pleasure
the pain
it pumps my virgin heart
the sacrifices we make
closing in on death

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