You made my blood as well
run off deeply,
heat and red I offerup what you need
In exchange of something erotic.
I want and I want to make with you.
Pink lent and candy.
Between your wetter place this camp of
Mister wishes ardently to eat of all the long night.
Need my darling to feel not any just size
inside more is thus sensual.
Fear not the tearing to accomplish inside what
the flight to the top of my love.
And in this shared covetousness,
you will find the charm of sensual and the power
that has ulimately moulded the vampire
from that which you are and of Valentines,
sweet bloody, pink hearts that lie within.
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