assassination
By aiwaz
it is the night of the assassin feather foot acrobat prowler of lucid sin he comes to yr home moving like drunken clouds saturated lightning and a thunder pulse into yr house without a sound leave yr windows open he will enter like a breeze to move through yr woods like autumn winds that strip saplings of their leaves leave yr door unlocked he will enter you from within cloaked in myth the glare of his skin in candle fire you burn like a lighthouse spire to guide his steps in into you as his breath kisses yr cheek like the lash of passion whips that enflames yr poisoned lips swallow deep his razor flesh drink deep with yr hips his cold steel kiss that cuts you smaller and smaller into slices of bleeding bliss accept his gift leave no victim to mourn of yr own heart secret dying for orgasm reborn Written March 3rd, 2002 © on Mar 03 2002 09:57 AM PST 0 • 16
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"it is the night of the assassin..."