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What you can feel on your skin when you walk in the dark ~ the taste that fills your mouth ~ you enter the fount of the deepest Darkness known.
respect - terror - cruelty - unheedingly taking - claiming - Using - Satiation. All these and More - Hunger ~ demanding, unthinking bloodlust that is forever unslaked. Seeking fulfillment ~ beautiful in its absoluteness.
Never Mindless ~ Thinking , and Aware. Always A living creature of Its own - the Beast awakening to the right one who stokes the Fire within - Kindle it if you dare
My Ideal Person:
The need is for one who when My hand is wrapped in her hair ~ her breath gasps in her throat, her desire hits her in her gut ~ fires her in a blaze. she will know who she is and what she can expect. No more No less.
What Dreams may come, whispering into
ethereal wisps of lightly treaded hopes
What hopes may pass, requited
in small spaces, dank dingy corners
wrapt in fullsome livery of sated hungers,
as sated as gluttons
can ever be
The girl known as naughtyafterdark is Mine Let all know this. she has been Mine in body soul and spirit from soon after we met. and she will remain Mine...
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