Constance

 

To me, you are more than beautiful

You are balance

The perfection of dreams

The prophet of thoughts

My muse in darkness

I often silently watch your every move

Contemplating thoughts of desire

Subtle hints of lust

The projections from deep within your bounds

Craving your touch

Plotting my next move

Our next encounter

Like the Marquis, I long to take pleasure in you

To pleasure you

Regardless of the forbidden pain it may inflict

The deeds I imagine

Only pale in comparison to your beauty

To life

An existence we already share

Felt in the bond deep inside our souls

Our hearts

Come to me Constance

Consummate our secrets

Prey on my hunger

Hold me close, I am waiting for you