her tears like the finest wine, and I'm drunk. I'm drunk, I'm blacking out, and I need to consume her until there's nothing left. I can hardly breathe, she's strangling the air out of My lungs as her mouth moves onto Mine โ and for a moment I think,
"I wouldn't mind dying here."
The way she tries to choke out insults while she's biting down on My shoulder, her nails simultaneously carving out a prayer into My back. Her sobs are intoxicating as I hold her close, even closer, I'd crawl underneath her skin if I could. My tongue on her cheek, lapping up
+
I was deemed the Lamb without its most valued asset, its cleanliness, and therefore cast out by your God. To be cast out is to revel in my sinful nature, to be cast out was the only way for Him to find me. Now He and I are the ones God fears.
I want to see you get flustered when I sink My teeth into your inner thighs. You can try to hide your face or bite your tongue to stay silent all you want, but I'm certain you can't hold back the pretty whimpers and curses and cries when I keep marking you up.
Getting circled by cops with her lipstick stains still circling My mouth just the same. I can tell they're just as fucking amused by it as I am, but the clinking of their handcuffs isn't enough to pull Me away from the daze her perfume lingering on My clothes leaves Me in.
Teeth sinking into decay-tender flesh, mouth pooling with maggots as you use your tongue to dig out any remnants of rancid blood with a hunger only observed in starving predators.
Picking "I love you" as a safeword so once that's all they're screaming as you're raping them to within an inch of their life, you can respond with
"Aww, baby, I knew you'd come around."