Defeat.
Your heartbeat,
so sweet,
burned me with
its scorching heat.
Your sultry flame
drives me insane,
constrict my veins,
just to make
it wane.
Nothing left.
Lose my breath
to ensuing death
by overdose
of you, my meth.
Illuminate
my lovely mate.
In life, was fate,
slowly begins
to dissipate.
Constricted.
Conflicted.
I would sooner
be evicted,
but you hold me,
convicted.
Implicit
the explicit.
It's illicit
that we should
miss it.
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