For whom you are behind the glass – staring, musing of a time that passed?

What you see invincible might be, awareness of yours playing tricks with me. Shallow in fact – as a decoy – knowing so well how flustered you become. Bit by bit consuming body, hostage of the soul – leaving no more than the appetite.

Every time you return begging for more, seeing the eye having a mysterious glow, shining the colour of eternal spirit – whispered to you the word you won’t forget it.

So then your hand in seek of the pleasure floating through the skin. Scorched desire inflaming evermore, but you know once the eyes are opened, a debris itself remains just a dream.

 

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