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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