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Author: Brooke Monroe
Fiction Rated: K+ - English - Poetry - Reviews: 1 - Published: 09-30-04 - Updated: 11-03-04 - id:1731977
Scent of smoke on his collar
The claws that are my hands
Rake through his black hair
His eyes in mine, and mine
In his, we become one, as
Our lips dissolve into
Each others

Somehow we separate, a
Very painful separation but
Soon our mouths reunite,
The feathers that are his hands
Slide down my back, as mine
Ring round his neck locked in
A death grip

His teeth bite my lip like an
Animal that can no longer
Contain his hunger, I bite back
The taste of blood fills my mouth,
My tongue becomes a snake
Flicking the inside of his mouth, tastes like
Marlboros

As we meld together our
Thoughts become one, we are
No longer to separate beings
But one beautiful love monster
That will one day, I fear, tear us
Apart



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