Fire protection has not been my friend and has burned my hands as the clock strikes 12 I’m in the mist of another undoing and is it of my own making only time will tell as the lilbo follows its own rules in the room begging for only to find myself pulling back wanting to scream I love this man all the time and cry to care for him
Love has caught me and tangled me in the forest lost and looking for growth of all this quick sand and I’m sinking more into love is my passion real but it feels so good to hunt this man and take him and make him mines iam I acting right or is it just lust that kills me and makes me rage out for more you hope to have it gentle and begging for to be taken and stalked and harassed what have I created inside me a junky for more what is more love and taste or a bit of both pain pleasure we seek it all the time and now my mind gown and I can only frown at the rubble at my feet what does it feel like heat or numbness.
I chase this life and this game for more and I have taste it’s glory on my swords and it has cut me and I have bleed but I have also know love like to other and yet is still hunts my bed at night to be fulfilled to it full desire content and total in submission to the heart and I listen closely as it only beats for me and now that I have capture my prey I’m ready to toss in the river and start again. This passionate game I play it seeks to distory me and has done it fair share of hurt on my heart. I asked to be gentle but the lie lies inside my eyes where the object of my affection new I desire more the touch and intimacy will ruin me. Because with out it I’m but a lonely soul looking for my one true light fire and passion