Saturday, December 1, 2012

My soul will rush to obey

Haylee, I crave your attention, your pleasure, your delight.
I've never craved anything so much,
and it's all I crave.
If you choose, you can communicate your pleasures
through the netherworld, without our even talking to me.
My soul will rush to obey, to satisfy.
My body will rush to your image-body too!.
I can't stand the thought of you not being happy.
I have no other reason to breathe the air
you've created for this world, except
to make you orgasm-pitch-perfect pleased.

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