Howl unto me,
praise that affection of yours.
Let me be the one,
I alone will always put you
in a pedestal,
where no one can make you a goddess.
Only I can be your servant from now until you,
mock me;
abuse me;
use me;
As I will fall madly victimized because I wanted it that way.
And this time my beloved beautiful mighty babe,
I would like to label you as my addiction,
you . . .
as my heroin.
as my poison.
No matter how much your eyes stare at my soul,
not just a putty,
I do melt all the way,
because you know me,
as much I know myself.
About the Creator
Descent
“60 seconds.” Aris tightened her grip on the overhead handhold. The troop transport shook like a leaf in a windstorm as it battled through the atmosphere. Dim lights flickered on and off as the ship’s systems were battered by pelting rain and narrowly dodged blasts from laser cannons on the surface of the planet.
By M. A. Mehan 4 days ago in Fiction
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