Erotic PoetryBad ThingsWon't you let me tie you down and raze your skin anew? I want to fill the room with your sounds and screams to drown out the chorus of the moon. You see dear, there is no red as deep as the blood that seeps from each cut that's true. In the secret I keep, though my heart beats deep; I want to do bad things to you.
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