And behold
another grave
dirt on her hands
another night that I won't make it
without that sickening gutwrenching feeling
of fear, desperation, and erotic attraction
the inevitable doom in calling you
to be torn to shreds by a sharpened tongue
The backs of snakes
Scaly liar, my body shakes
this feeling of regret
sexual intrigue
leading me to be a snack
the mouse in the pit
of her hydrochloric guts
an intoxicating disaster
the Hell that is lust
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