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My Lover Of The Night!
Her perfume is like incense, it invades my room and leaves undeniable traces of her being behind, although she has gone. My bed reeks of her as I lay prone and defenceless awaiting her return.
She will return soon to consummate our love, she has told me of all it entails. That I must die to live again. But I still eagerly await her return.
I care not! for life without her is a life not lived. By my own choice I would rather be dead, than have to live without her.
She has my heart! My Soul! all I have left to offer is life itself, my lover, Please take this miserable life! My last gift to you!
(c) Damian Grange 2017