At this time, until I feel like I possess. If, in fact I think that is worse than that. Because that's all I want. Be yours, not mine. I have wanted to pray, to melt, losing my essence. I just want to rape me. I ates. Today I have only the power of who obeys, who nods. Today my knees star in the scene where garnish my skin to quench your thirst desert. And I fall, I submit, and left me. I rise with every order made. Your nails, your lips and tongue are my new skin.
The emptiness you feel full when it's you that are full of it.
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