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........I like it. I was kind of writing one like it last night. It's nowhere near as good as yours.
You feel the night chill climb your back.
And then you called me Delilah.
I said I’m more like Lilith I heat,
With a soft sweet flesh like papaya.
You can hide behind your chaste walls,
Or feverishly follow me down.
Longing to feel carnal sensations.
Use the girl beneath the gown,
The moon casts shadowy illustrations.
As silent walls give witness
To Your body alive with sensation
and a concious erased by a kiss.
But heaven isn’t an illusion at all.
And real are the fires of hell.
Now you know a whore’s heart,
and the touch of a Jezebel.
............I really like yours.
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