the ache
of it.
the blue blood drip
of violent
love.
the rough and tumble
struggle
to be free,
to be caught. the hair
pulled,
the clothes torn off.
you want
the anger, the pulse,
the drum
of heated hearts.
you want it all, you
want it all.
now kiss me, i'm
not asking, now let's
start.
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