His presence called to me across the room,
Making my blood boil to a lustful state.
His eyes were dark and light, showing me the delightfully sinful things that he could do in the shadows.
His lips were full and soft, like petals of a thorny rose.
He was dark,
Made from the night and the darkest shadows.
He is not the devil,
More wicked than that.
He is fallen, and what a pleasure it is to feel his lusty state on me...
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I love to read, just as much as i love to write KIK & Instagram minxyMolly.“A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies, said Jojen. The man who never reads lives only one.” George R.R. Martin. Game of Thrones.
Lying in a petrified state, waiting to get a release. Imprisoned, in marble, walls of fire and lightning. Got my arm stretched out. Cut me up, and drink my blood. Drain me, my love.
#nightdwellers Dare you to bare your soul to me Dare you to love me for eternity Cast aside your secret inhibitions Cast aside for your own submission Could you accept the black river in my...
"Black velvet" The velvets of your black wings Taste to me like the beaten winds. It smells like scents of Etna’s ashen peak sneaks by To erupt my depths with cold, hard steel.
A pound of flesh for your pleasure, bite down harder for my pain. This morbid, sensual treasure, a knife blade from insane. The beatings and the bruises, a reminder of the hurt.
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