My god doesn’t tear ribs from their nsfw relationship love . She tears the flesh from my bones. She doesn’t do it to create she does it to be selfish and to fatten herself, duplicating in my mind over and over like  a tumor until nothing but herself is left. She straddles me with an unnamed sin, sinking her dull teeth in as brown and olive mix. Her voice booms into my ear, begging me to end her in a sorry attempt at being human. Her, my goddess, dressed as a succubus dragging out my sin as she strokes my ego. I turn to a golden
idol but she still shadows me for she is monumentous. We commit sin over and over again, and I... love it.