Her tender eyes and warm smile exist only to mask her cruel nature.
Her skill to turn her back and never look again is often a distinction, rarely a torment.
She is forgetful of the endless litter of mangled souls from her past.
I am helplessly drawn deep into her fold. I go eagerly without hesitation.
The anguish which awaits me had yet to penetrate my sanity. I endow her with my complete ipseity.
Her admiration for it is counterfeit, she hold it fast to her breast. I am dominated by her warmth.
Salvation is within in my perception, but she is deliberate to keep it just out of my grasp.
For should I escape even slightly unscathed would deeply deminish her pleasure.
-Johnny V.
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