Death is calling me, taunting me,
She approaches me, like a temptress
She speaks soft words, makes alluring
promises,
The release I seek is in her power to give.
Yet I hesitate to take her.
Her embrace is soft, her hands gentle.
My blood burns at her touch.
Glimpses of bliss haunt and shake me.
The game we play is enthralling.
Yet I hesitate to take her.
She looks upon me with scorn.
She questions my determination.
Her words turn hard and accusing,
I embrace her with more passion
Yet I hesitate to take her.
Her words are gentle once more
She begins to understand my thoughts
I cling to life for one reason only,
To prolong the game and my time with her.
Thus I hesitate to take her
The passion increases with time,
She now knows me best.
Her words play on my desires,
And damages my fortitude.
Still I hesitate to take her
The time draws nigh for our climax.
She would not hesitate to take me
And when the time comes
I will not hesitate to take her.
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