Raw, naked, exposed.
Torn skin, ice marks, stark red.
Gaping holes, drenched sheets, irremovable stains:
Flickering candlelight, reaching spirits, soulless eyes:
the struggle for might a losing battle,
both hanging by each other's woven rope
fear of discovery, deep, rich, all-consuming,
the addiction strong, choking, too sweet as all forbidden fruit:
Passions' battlefield;
the lady, her lover, her Lord.
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