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my bloody valentine.
The serrated edge of the knife carves against pink flesh, the sting left behind building the warmth between my thighs.
Your initials etched into my skin with a heart let others know that I’m yours.
The scars left behind let them know it’s permanent.
Your tongue drags across the cuts, and you grin as you savor the sweet, crimson nectar my body leaves behind.
Tonight, we feast like kings and queens.
Tonight, you are my bloody valentine.
We take turns digging the blade against each other's skin, make love covered in each other's warmth.
And when the flesh heals, we do it again.
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