A gentle caress over my chest.
Soft fingers begin to press.
Deep and quickly they pierce my skin
and rip from my body my bones within.
Then, in such a fragile place,
each hand competes to win the race.
Each grab one side of my frail heart
and begin to tear it apart.
One half do I long for, and the other I love,
but can I have them both? Is this death from above?
My heart is in pieces longing for her,
but I cant have her yet, and inside me He stirs.
Such passion, such beauty, and o what a death!
I must find it now after my last breathe.
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