29 September 2012
Hopeless, hapless, endless love were you sent from God above? Or are you in affilliation with the dark Lord? Trepidation fills my being with extatic cheer - somewhere between hope and fear is where my current state of mind is headed.
Faithfully, I pray that you’ll be faithful and come good with your promises of grandeur not one to pander but to be forever hateful of the love you bare me is a state of mind more mentally consuming than the most potent of drug....
It’s sextasy the way you touch me but only ever on the outside...
Sextasy • Opuss № I