The room was cheap and sordid,
a one bedroom, rented apartment
above a busy, noisy and dusty street.
A five minute conversation with the doorman,
about the prices of rent,
Then I entered that nest that was dedicated solely to love making.
There, on that humble bed,
I possessed love's body,
(or rather it possessed me)
for a time...
But he required pain, tearing and ripping of his own flesh.
How could I
open things that are not supposed to be exposed
in the body of such a young God?
I did not know that you had sacrificed yourself so entirely,
That the blood that you made emerge from my nipples
was just a request for me to ravage your
own delicious orifice?
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