I look at the calendar, marked to the last day of when I felt a sense of love and passion, no longer Sated I mourn the loss of you. I mourn the loss of love, It comes to my attention no matter how much yearning and passion, there is nothing to fill the void of never looking down to see the love in someone’s eyes for you, to see that this world may be doomed and our life becomes existence to now have your heart become the tomb of its former self. There is no word great enough to express this pain. Nothing but eternal Mourning.
Oh how i wonder, does your body yearn for this insatiable blood thirst as mine? This primal urge of the hunter and hunted, my teeth long to feel your beautiful porcelain skin breaking under me, my ears long to hear that beautiful doe like gasp as my fingers break through your perfect curves until you’ve been broken and used under me. How I wonder is this yearning my burden alone to bare, or is this urge to feel your body become mine underneath me, to become my little prize do your thighs long to spread for me as my mouth drools to devour you until you’re shaking from the sensations of me. This feeling of bound or bond, it haunts me like a hunger, my insatiable appetite for you begging to be satiable, the chills my arms feel to split you open and claim your sweet juices melding along my tongue as you let out those beautiful gasps for me. This is torture, this insatiable desire that longs for your fragile porcelain body to become a beautiful broken mess of our own making. This is prey, this is the natural yearning.
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Beautifully worded
Excellent thought and words
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starbeary
00:13 Jan 28 2025
:( a love that will stay, a love that deserves you, will come around. I promise that to you, in time it will come. (・ω・)つ⊂(・ω・)
Sundig
01:52 Jan 28 2025
You are far too sweet thank you so much