Killing me softly, and I never felt more alive.
Love, Passion
He takes my breath away and proves to me that I don't need it.
You dance the troika in the opening of my veins and I only protest with a murmur.
Passion
Like a tenacious ivy, your presence clings onto the drab wall of my existence. Cling harder onto me love, like a blood sucking bed-bug who is never satiated.
Desire, Passion
He says "You are my property" and I feel relieved. After all, no one wishes to shatter what he owns.
Desire, Passion, Possession
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