Twisted world . . .

A simple touch, a simple caress draws you into a twisted

world that is filled with darkness.  A body that aches

to be touched, a body that craves to be taken, to be broken. 

A body that craves to be hurt. 

Craving the touch a body burns with an intensity and a passion.
A need to show you how drawn into the world that you are, a deep ache that burns within, a longing. A desire.  A want. A need.

A craving to be taken. To be controlled. A deep ache

that burns within. A longing to touch, to tease, to hurt. 

A craving to taste the darkness.

A touch is heated against the warmth of your flesh, and within

the darkness you can see.  Within the intensity you feel the

gentleness.  Under the strong hand which guides you to live again.

You crave the eyes upon your flesh, you crave the taste of

me upon every last inch of you.  A taste that you need like your

next breath of air. The craving, the draw, the allure into the world of

darkness and lustful fantasies along with the needs of reality.

You long to be breathless. You long for the air to be taken
from your being and filled with love and pain. Consuming the very
deepest parts of you, taking you in every way. Sharing you
with the beast that lies deep within. 

All of the passion, the need, the desires, spiralling into the depths
of an abys of passion, of pain, of love, of darkness. Deep
into the depths of a twisted world where you can set it free.










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