Angry Sex
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Crimson Love
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Fingertips bleed
as they trace blood,
around fragile flesh,
and claw their way,
upon a Crimson body.
Angry thrusts of passion,
and kisses,
slapped upon heated limbs,
bites of raw desire,
the pain, and hurt,
surfaces as does,
this bruise.
This sex is angry....
yet I was not the one to aggravate it.
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