A kiss so placed upon my ghostly lips
Nothing could plunder, my mind torn
to sunder, her lips gave me new life like
Thunder
And lightning
To her I wasn't all that frightening but much more alluring. At night I heard her turning. Crying begging for something.
That something was me. I chose not to flee. For what
of man would I be? I was a thief to her heart and she to some degree mine. To me this was more than fine. For in that moment I was hers and she mine.
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