O mistress, your gentle eyes were a warm angel’s song. Your glazed almond skin was soft like a ******'s touch. Bound me in chains of desire and sin in your love dungeon. Your euphonic voice calls out to me like a raven’s tweet.
I licked my lips and pleasured my *******. My face flushed like a thorny rose. I reached out to caress her tendril twine of hair. She whispered sweet nothings that filled the air.
O mistress! Our love is wrong. In the heat of this forbidden love we embrace the eternal night, sharing a kiss in the moonless delight.
My body’s a canvas, craving her touch I yearn for her sweet *******. Pain and pleasure whips me to shape. My love for her will always creep.
O mistress, come close to me. Print your skin on my pale flesh. Prepare me for my best nightmare. Where you invite worship for this time.
You stab me with love like a swordswoman and make art out of my darkness. No demon or god can tear us asunder. There is still beauty in this immoral hunger.
O mistress, I submit every ounce of my soul to you. For you have your way with me for eternity. The bellowing echoes of ****** rumors will never take my love for you away.