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The inky blackness suddenly became a substantial form, an
extremely voluptuous man, with all his treasures adorned.....
Beautiful and Seductive,
He's my exotic poison.
Slowly, so effortlessly draining me.....
Such exquisite agony,
To have my life ebb away.
He possesses the unbridled power,
or so he monumnetal ego believes.
But I am the tangible instrument,
The vehicle of his desires and dreams.
Reflections of the same essence,
We are chained together, forever.
The lights burn low during the gloom.
The red candles begin to flicker out.
Our shadows dance in this perpetual twilight.
They mimic our every subtle move and nuance.
We search for understanding and perfection,
And we become one entity.
Our blood mingles in the night air,
The gift of eternity enthralls our thoughts.
At the Thirteenth Hour,
The Exchange is a rapture of our souls.
