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Deftones - 7 Words

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7 Words

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deftones // boston, ma

[bambalina777]

Shut up you don’t know me

[confettifluff]

let the right one in my beloved

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[michi-tala]

Alucard hc (more like poetry?)

Word: synmons of fear focused component

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✓I know I should be terrified to even look into your inhuman eyes. Yet the red with orange and flash of orange brings my mind to a sunrise, sailor's take warning that on the horizon a hurricane approaches. I do not care and still stare.

✓I know I should feel a twinge of trepidation when you call for me. Your low growls that come deep with your powerful body. A powerful deep baritone voice that sounds of a god from the underworld. How can I not shudder and come forth to your summons?

✓I know I should feel the pang of approaching death. How deadly the bite but instead my mind swoons and tastes of promised euphoria, of all that it can imagine. How your lips would feel in a kiss, your tongue develing into my gasping mouth and fangs nipping painfully. So close between ecstasy and mortal harm.

✓I know I should feel my blood run cold with faintheartedness. Yet it thunders in my chest like a trapped bird in a cage, desiring to be set free and the only one who can truly do it, is you. My breasts heave heavily upon my bare chest.

✓I know I should be timorous and move away from you. Yet everything about your pale flesh is nothing short of perfection. From the muscles of your chest flows to your abdomen sex line muscles only encourage me more and more. Drawing my eyes down farther and farther as my fingers trace your body. As if I needed a dark trail of your ebony hair to keep my eyes on my destination?

✓I know I should have perturbation for you but it can only be called adoration. My fingers stroke raven hair as my lips kiss your cool flesh. My tongue is a terrible tease and flicks to taste of you.

•Ω"Dragostea mea se distreaza acolo jos" (My love, are you having fun down there)

•∞"Always, printul meu intunecat…"

(Always, my dark prince…)

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