Amor epistolas ad draconem

Haec sunt amoris carmina quae homini versantur, qui facit et nescit quantum ego cum eo amo. Musa simul et lues mea est. Intelligo, est creepy scribere vore amores poeticos; sed una via est pro me quoque proprie amorem meum et affectum pro eo exprimo, ignosce mihi, Draco flos. Anima mea et corpus solum ad te habes, cor meum a te iamdudum consumptum est, quare id tibi offerre non possum. Ignosce mihi.

[carissimi-draconis]

[cheatingdomme-deactivated202412]

I’m sorry I dehumanized you and talked to you in that voice owners use on their dogs. That wasn’t nice for you, was it? No? Nooo, you didn’t like that did you? Aw I’m sorry I didn’t mean to belittle you and put you beneath me like you’re a dog. I’ll do better, okay?

[carissimi-draconis]

[carissimi-draconis]

[carissimi-draconis]

[carissimi-draconis]

They all want a piece,

To 'remember me by',

Why do you need pieces of me;

Was my name not enough?

Will my name not bring the image of my face to your minds eye?

Or do you want to take a bit, like a trophy hunter takes only the pretty parts and dumps what he's ruined on the side of the road for the maggots to have?

Do I not invoke joys and sorrow, love and pain?

Does my name not make you think of my person; does it make you think of just the parts you could hang up on a wall?

[carissimi-draconis]

I wanna bite bone and eat sinew, and drink and eat marrow. God I wanna feel the soft cartilage from the joints and the meat the tears and make a slicing sound in my head when I tear and eat the flesh off the bone, god I want to eat them. I wanna eat the raw meat, the flesh. God I want to eat you.

[carissimi-draconis]

I just want you, I know you want me, I want too be within you. My marrow dripping out from within my bones that lay in your mouth; I want to be the scraps and sinew that lay scattered and torn and your feet, dripping into your lap, running down your chest, pooling in your collar bone, sneaking down your neck, dribbling down your chin, spilling over your lips, slipping past your teeth, resting on your tounge; and maybe, just MAYBE, a little bit of my blood, or beg the gods, some of my flesh can escape down your throat. Make it past your esophagus, and come too ends it's physical journey in the warm embrace of your stomach. God's how I wish that for me, but alas; we are humans, and I can feel pain. But how I wish to be the thing that gives you energy, I want you too feel my obsessive love, or is it loving obsession, upon and in you. Oh please, you have unknowingly consumed my metaphysical heart, take the physical copy too.

[carissimi-draconis]

The touch of his skin, the body wash and lotion applied to the skin to keep it supple and taught.

The sent of shampoo, and conditioner that is paired beside it in his strands of hair.

The darkness that would form around his body and muscle, it would hug him so softly to show me the shape of his soul.

The place of our afterlife, his soul that would be adorned in Hawthorne and Daisies. Sharp and gentle, I will be the black dog that protects his final place of rest.

I will carve him into my soul, I will be his moth that flies towards the soul that is my moon.

The Virgo who tears away to fall into the sea for The Pieces.

[carissimi-draconis]

And I am the maggot who craves to be burrowed into your flesh and veins, my sweet earthen pot, are you the god they promised me; a unadorned angel; to serve too and under? If so, then run your cinue under my teeth and against my gums. If God will not enjoy you, I shall savor every single morsal.

[carissimi-draconis]

[carissimi-draconis]

I'm obsessed for some reason, but only with you. I know your scared of me and my affections, but I need to feel you in my throat, words, air, or 'flesh' I need you inside me. Just come here, to the other end of the leash, put my tounge on your tounge, clack your teeth against mine, let our lips mesh together almost perfectly, and let our spit mingle and drip outside the edges of our conjoined mouths', and force me to swallow every little bubble. I wanna choke on your essence and bathe in the scent of your shampoo and cologne. I want to taste the toothpaste you use, mouthwash you swallow and the floss that runs between your teeth on my taste buds, I want to be stuck on the other end of your leash, and have the back of my knees resting gently on your shoulders while our hips touch. May the gods strike me dead, I am so obsessed with you.