Aubade
The fabric of my flesh,
Once pure as a wedding dress
Is stained with intoxicating venom
From your love bites.
Thin red threads dance along my back,
Spun by nails like razors and passion’s grip.
My body sinks into you,
Like my fingers into memory foam
When your shark-like teeth sank into me.
Aching muscles, the dawn of exhaustion
Rises through my body with the morning sun.
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