Four a.m.
Four a.m. comes too fast
When I’m in your arms
Bleeding my soul into your mouth
Pain and pleasure, tender charms
Fang to fang, skin to skin
Shuddering flesh and sweet desire
Lost and found at once
You have taught me deep, wet fire
Healed my broken wings
Four a.m. brings sleep reluctant
Lovers play is slow to cease
Throbbing bruises cry for mercy
But this dark devil seeks release
Embrace my madness, drink me dry
I’ll taste you in return
Sleep will now bring peace, not sorrow
And this I have to learn
Together we fly to the stars
poetry:
© Mercutio De Los Santos
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