you tormentor, you thief, you
swindler of precious (crimson) rubies, whose
lips you lick, still moist (still juicy)
and stained (sweet) red with my Wine (not
a cheap wine a rare vintage cabernet)
you make an audience
with the chancellor
and growl (rumbling, snarling, basal) your final soliloquy
(a one-way monologue) with words like
love songs (like lies)
and clench in your (soft, smooth) paw (on my cheek)
a beating (crimson)
breathing (juicy)
living (sweet, ruby red)
heart
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