Let’s spirit away
and become better
at being the worst
we shall fulfill
our prophecy,
entwining bodies on
a blanket of grass
anticipation has been
dreadful and the realness
of it all is frightening
hold my hands tightly
lie with me my gift
We can be scared
together...
the meagerness of
our souls no longer matters
when we finally combine
powers and forces
fate and choices
Things we cannot control
they are taking over
with sweetest possession,
loving our demons
inside you, on top of me
soaked with yearning
soft growls, biting moans
the whispers to screams
Sacrificing our bodies
to each other and more
let’s stay like this for long
the unwholesome bliss
in every kiss we
grow so strong
a viable vile entity
so good it (almost)
feels wrong
But alas we are blessed
with our kind of pure
the Dark Lord smiling
up at us, slightly sigh to me
Forevermore
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