A gentle kiss upon my skin, Yet burns like fire deep within. A fleeting touch, a whispered night, You left behind your love’s true bite.
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Not blood, but longing did it spill, A mark that aches, yet haunts me still. In passion's grasp, I lost my sight— Now crave again that sweet love bite.
