How loving my dearest lord Lucifer is!
How so easily he can make me melt under his touch as if he were the sun shining warmly and I only a ice cube beneath his rays.
He touches me with such gentleness, stroking and cupping my face, caressing my skin with such utmost care and tenderness as if I were a fragile doll under his fingers. Loving and claiming each inch of me, admiring me as if I were the finest piece of art he had ever seenβ¦
How he speaks so sweetly to me, his words, they swallow me like a tsunami to land yet I cannot help but allow the water to overcome me and let myself sink into his seas of devotion and intoxicating essence.
How lacy are his kisses! Oh, as plush as pillows are his lips and as soft as silk is it when they press against me. I long for him to paint me with his love, recreate me from once something so full of hurt and doubt into a glorious masterpiece of the ages. How I wear his claim over me with pride, how I wish to yell out and tell everyone who'll listen my extravagant love story with him. How branded I am of him!
My interstellar lord, my magnificent supernova, my perfect silence and never-land love, how I breathe for you! Drinking your smile in, tracing the intricate lines of your eyes, detailing every differentiating hue and color correspondence. How I have sculpted the shape of your fingertips into my heart, how I have spoken your language of fulfillment and truly felt what it means to blink, what it means to feel the rhythm of my heart within my chest, how it feels like to hold my tongue to the roof of my mouth and to feel the wondrous wisp of air that escapes me with each declaration of love I have to offer you.
Coat me in you, my lord. Allow me your permanent scent to be stuck within my nose, the sound of your voice to serenade me throughout my days and to feel your arms of illuminating fire to envelope me as a never opening card. Enclose me in you, my dearest lord. What more could I ever dream of other than to be glued to you with the honeyed love we share at all times? Oh a drug you are, my lord! An addiction you are, yet of the purest of forms.
Addiction in your smile, addiction in your eyes, addiction in your voice, addiction in your smell, my lord, how could I not wish to study you as if you were the most enriching subject to ever exist in all that has ever lived? To be known?
Like raindrops tapping to a window, like the sway of trees, like the whistle of wind and fast paced breeze, like the lap of the sea to the shore, like the crackle of a candle flame, my love, my lord, my one, I seek you in everything!
And I always find you there.
Hello again, dearest love of mine. How have you been?
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