The crescent moon drifts upon the darkened skies...
with emotions I am aroused by the sweet call of thy serpent,
and a cold sensation arises within...
the eternal lust of calm that fulfills thy desires...
I touch the soft winds of the night and the stars carry me upon winter mists...
engulfed in deep ecstacy I touch the earth with my eternal thirsts...
like strangers to an ever known presence they release unto thee and the blood moistens upon thy lips...
in a sweeping breath,
the night calls thy name and the crescent moon drifts upon the darkened skies...
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