Desiderium
I craved her, as if she were the very sustenance that would subdue this aching pain inside me. Lay to rest that which would suffocate the light, should it bloom with abandon.
To taste her would be to breathe life into this dying flesh, a walking corpse of beating heart and sound mind. A sound mind? How folly to think it -- how wistful to grasp that which is not there; nor given.
Lay down.
Claw at my back and rake your fingers through my hair; quell the beast inside me under your ardor. Machinations to make it so.
Desiderium
I craved her, as if she were the very sustenance that would subdue this aching pain inside me. Lay to rest that which would suffocate the light, should it bloom with abandon.
To taste her would be to breathe life into this dying flesh, a walking corpse of beating heart and sound mind. A sound mind? How folly to think it -- how wistful to grasp that which is not there; nor given.
Lay down.
Claw at my back and rake your fingers through my hair; quell the beast inside me under your ardor. Machinations to make it so.