A fool for fire, you say you like it rough...
I can restrict you, from objecting
From my demands. Bind you in control.
Trust is rich, deep as... deep as a scar,
A mild memory. Of me.
Patient, tense and sweating; anticipation.
All this pain, the many sensations.
Don’t you hate that you love; this.
Yes, I will pull you close, and yes,
Our connection will grow – as you die.
In my arms.
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