The crucifixion of our connection is asphyxiating.
Lips on lips you're attempting to steal oxygen
and smother out my existence.
Running your hands over my skin
while nailing yourself further and further inside.
Go ahead.
Sacrifice me in the name of casual sex.
Try to annihilate this chemistry.
But I cross my heart and promise you this;
these feelings of desire cannot be slaughtered.
The immortality of our infatuation
will be resurrected time and again.

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