Countless times you have ushered me to the edge. I thought I could predict the fall, that moment I’d lose all of my control. You deliver torturous pleasure and feign innocence as if you are just the messenger. Your darkness cloaked behind a smile. No, not just the messenger. You are the orchestrator of this lust. The truth….a dark flame can never be extinguished once you have taken it to the deepest depths. You touch me and instantly I’m yours. Lost to the world. I’m at the edge once again and I’m ready for you to pull me back like every time before. Somehow, at your whim, I have come to long for the anguish, you’ve made it feel so sweet. However, this time is different. This time you push me over the edge and a fire is lit in every single cell of my existence. Time is fractured around me as seconds feel like millennia and yet the seconds still aren’t long enough. The fire spills over, there was never a chance of containment. I grasp onto your body to stay grounded in the explosion. Darkness filled with light, it’s blinding. My chest, rising and falling. I can hear and feel myself breathing, reclaiming my humanity. But the truth….I covet the breathless immortality for which you are my escort.
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