Bedtime

I want you
Like a crown upon my head
I want you more than life itself
The moon was rising
Behind frosted panes of glass
When you stood before me
Bare and coy like a temptress
And beautiful as a fallen angel
Tucked into bed, I undressed
The vile cold stung me like a bee
Yet you held me tightly like a babe
It was all you
The thaw, the kiss, the caress
When your tongue struck mine
I thrusted myself inside of you
'Til you did moan, moan, moan
Then you lied beside me, wheezing
I, intoxicated with your breath I inhale
Blood rushing like fire through my veins

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