See the two damned bodies melt,
Willingly one in another
One is licking other’s neck
It’s the brown wet tongue of death.
Tripping like two virgin comets
Hard and awful touching skins
Painfully sweet movements.
Death’s embracement is so cold
And his body’s roughly hot.
Penetrating vines he gets there,
There where everything vibrates
And it gives the final orgasm
To his heart and then it ends.
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