Lay Your Hands On Me
Your hand brushing down my leg
Your hand caressing my cheek
Your hand squeezing my breasts
Your hand tightening around my ass
Your hand grasping my throat
Your hand pressing on my hip
Your hand holding my hand
I have felt this before in reality
In a mind of meaningless lust
The lust that never happened
And even now in my mind palace
I feel your razor sharp nails
Cutting into me
It feels like ecstasy
When you're about to draw blood
Let the crimson essence flow
For it belongs to you and only you.
Pulling my hair back
The way only you know how
As my neck your nails wrack
Into submission beneath your brows
i look into your icy eyes and see nothing but a cold
wasteland of emptiness your power seems to have faded '
but i will never forget the intensity in that stare when i first had the glance of the angel of death
i have felt the beauty and embrace of such a being only for a night and i came back to this world
not wanting death but to be held by it and loved by it, carried by it, even if it was the angel of death or just my imagination of it i will never know but for that one night i felt the embrace of nothing and everything
i needed nothing and i felt more alive than ever before in death's cold embrace or in a shadow's embrace
i will never know nor will you. dear reader.
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