Fetish
That small Red-Cloth
Thin in light
Covers chest abnormal
It excites
Turns me wild
Oh you my Aphrodite
Murderer; Matador
You know why
Bull hits red
Sees the blood
You must leave and go far
Or return to my arms
I'm dying of distance
Put your lips firm on mine
Give me life.
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