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dreamyvixen

bound (lana wachowski & lilly wachowski, 1996)

throatoftheworld

Sea Witch by Frank Frazetta, 1966

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Joyce Lee

Butterflies don't fly, miss, they crawl desperately towards you. They don't drink, they drink with hunger of your honey, of that elixir that flows and escapes without permission, that provokes and condemns.

Your body is a labyrinth where certainties are lost, a soft trap that does not seek prisoners, only accomplices. And I, damned fool, let myself be devoured. Every drop of yours, every glimpse of you, must taste like sin, like a night without end, like dreams that wake up sweating and panting.

Your lips, your curves, your gaze that burns…. Everything about you was in my imaginations of what you did last night, promise and challenge. Who can resist that slow dance that sets fires? The honey that flows from you not only nourishes, it intoxicates. And I, miss, neither want nor wish to escape.