One last poem for the night ...?

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Her ruby red lips
Promised me warmth
With whispers of love
She urged me on.

I opened my arms
To her sweet embrace
Blinded by alabaster skin
And an innocent face.

The windows of her soul
Drew me deep within
I found myself lost
In her intoxicating scent.

I’ve crossed the threshold
And now it’s too late.
I have given myself to Death
I have sealed my fate.
 
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