I fancy you, I must admit,
You who are critical to my debut.
You will make right many wrongs,
Set in motion my rusty wheels
and make possible my wildest dreams.

Your passion certainly will cause my blood to be incensed, tear through the barricade of parched night skin and cascade over like crimson water.

Your aggression will quicken my withered limbs and will cause my body to convulse with sheer zing I fear my mind will explode—
Oh, the pleasure, my wonder, the pressure.

Till then, I shall lay dormant, hard as stone,
grey and dull from all of life's curves.
Till then, I have no desire to see past the greyscale.

But when your fangs graze my chapped lips in an unholy exchange of fluid,
Only then will I truly see;
Only then will I be reborn.

Tiill then, you only lurk in the shadows of mind.

Truly, I am your biggest fan.

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