The Taste of Apostasy

Blue smoke snakes from dark lips, seductive,
The gossamer dress settles, languid,
Slender arms cross the scarred space, cruelly,
Wrapping around my throat, adoring,
Hot tears fall as ruby drops, regret,
I am contempt, lusting, delicious.

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