It always starts as a
joke, a simple game of minds.
But nothing is really
that simple or stays simple
Between the lines I
could read you oh so well, though the stroke of your pen told a different
story.
I wrote my tale of serendipity and naive happiness, but you read it
all wrong.
Soon the games of
innocent play became harder and harder to keep up with,
the much dreaded
emotions crawled in and tore us apart with each lie produced and each burning touch.
The truth set me free
but it was too late, I was already hooked on you and your little show of virtual feelings.
The masochism of my
devotion so inevitable.
So I seek you out and
gorge on the taste of your skin.
Oh yes... Keep
feeding me with your passion and pretend love.
It hurts so good
while I am in the high of your ecstasy, I never want to come down from that.
Let it burn baby, let
it consume and clean the aftermath of my past engagements.
Let me consume all of
you as well, all of your pain as if mine, let me lick your wounds and fester
mine.
Let me tire you,
exhaust you and take you to bliss along with me, I'll give you my blood to
drink and allow you to claim my soul.
When we are bursting
with pleasure, desire and lust,
we shall rise again,
powerful, free within our hearts and reborn ready to take on the world side by
side
As Lamia, as
brethren, as one and as immortals.
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