Sunday, December 23, 2012


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

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