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On a beautiful night spent with the woman of my dreams, after a bottle of pink champagne, and a bottle of Merlot I handed her a new heavy duty razorknife. I needed her to know without a shadow of a doubt in her mind, that I trusted and believed in her. I had tasted her before, but I wanted her to taste me. To know the flavor of my veins. I am hers and she is mine. After three cuts into my shoulder which produced next to nothing she cut across my chest. Over and over until finally she drew forth the efforts of the razorblade. As she drank from me, our eyes met and the Hunger was indescribable. Love is such a hunger, a burning of the soul which is unquenchable. I am lost within the ecstasy of love's hunger. She is everything to me, and I am indeed the luckiest of men.

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RaynesAsylum
17:43 Feb 18 2017

Love is grand

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