you fucker. you motherfucker. you ruined everything. you ruined everything in me. you made me your slave, your pawn. you made me fall for you. witch! you witch in disguise! you took the shape of a man to lure me in. was it my soul that you wanted? i already gave you my sanity, so many thoughts, tears and prayers. and blood, how much blood! what a wicked, sinful creature you are. always teasing me, leaving me wanting more. do you enjoy starving me? do you enjoy watching me fall to my knees and bleed? witch - no, siren! don’t you know how utterly deeply i desire you? cursed be thy name! thy name, your name. ô how i like the sound of it, the shape of it. ô how i wish it were mine. i could just eat you whole, devour you whole. puppet master. you vile, unscrupulous puppet master; let go of my strings! i’m hungry, so hungry. untie me. let me take a bite out of the Apple of your Eden, let your poison fill my veins, let it destroy me from within, let it be the death of me. you make me feel too much but not enough. will the itch, the ache, go away with dawn? will you go away with dawn? moon of my days, sun of my nights - always right beside me, but never at the right time. my heart is yours, and so is my body. hold it, please, hold me tight. suffocate me with your bare, sacred hands. i won’t pry your fingers away. leave me gasping for air, head spinning like an endless carousel, knees giving out, tears falling down. ô how i love you, ô how i hate that i do. you could be hades and i could be persephone; you could take me down, down, down to the underworld, let me rule by your side, as your equal, and let us become one, merge into one another. skin against skin, lips against lips. the taste of wine, pomegranate and sorrow, bittersweet on both our tongues. the taste of heaven, hell, and purgatory all at once. it tastes like you, like us, like lust. take me home, to your home, downtown, walk me up the stairs, unlock the door, lock it again, and lay me down on your bed. feel the heat rise in my cheeks, across my skin, in the pit of my stomach, between my legs. do not speak. do not say a word. just look at me. this time not through me, but at me, like i’m the only one; and even though i’m not, even though i may never be, let’s just pretend for a second that i am what you want, that i am what you need.
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