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You should be scared of me.
I'm driven by passion,
too intense for you.

I suck the breath from your body,
leaving you drenched,
too weak to move.
I lock my eyes onto your thoughts
and rip them from your mind.

Swollen lips brush your cheek,
whispering goodbye.
Departing you empty,
totally sated,
but not calling out for more.