So rare do I gaze upon you.
So often do your letters mashed into words draw me in.
Its not your seemingly endless cold steel blue eyes that drive me to these thoughts.
Its not the way your jaw sets as you get the look of carnal insanity in those orbs of liquid steel...
Its not the twitch in your cheek as a smirk crosses you lips as a growl escapes....

That makes me yearn to sink my talons into your fatty tissues...
That make me want to Tangle my fist into your hair, pulling you down
That make me wish to slide my blades edge along your spine, watching your crimson fluid swell to the surface.

Its not the rasp in your throat as you groan my name.
Its not the purr deep in your throat as you growl in reaction to my tugs.
Nor is it the deep penetration of the screams as they strike my bones.

Its the way your stretch your nouns over my corseted waist.
Its the way you tangle your web of adjectives over my lips.
It is the ragid verb that trails down my spine..
Its the motion of your flow folding into my body...

Your words are my death.

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