The One
She's a beast much wilder
and a thing even blood-thirstier;
excited, I take refuge
and secret, forbidden repose
in her dangerous embrace
which deceitfully protects
me from other predators
of the heart--my own beating
and panting in my chest
like a tender, beefy doe
about to become someone's
tender rack of venison meat;
paralyzed with anticipation,
I go along as she sighs to me
soothingly that it will be
quick, that I won't even feel
a thing...and as I joyfully
submit she lovingly
plunges her sharp, thirsty
fangs into my juicy veins
and sucks them dry!
And as my body falls into a
bloodless, pallid heap I then
know that she is the One.
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