We fell asleep naked
in each other’s arms

Awoken with the warmth
of his tongue on my clit

At the height of our passion
I swore myself to him,
Loyalty to the Night Thing,

and I meant it
I meant it at the time,
But I’m a woman who understands
feelings are fickle and fleeting

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