Buccaneer

When you go,

you stay alive.

Inside is thriving,

Boiling.

I need to scream!

I bleed and you leave.

But when you return

I will be full.

Heavy.

You will be the one to scream,

Sweet bliss

and a kiss,

My darling.

 

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