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I want her to rip my throat out of my neck with a feral bite of that honeyered maw of hers...
I want her to kiss my face black and blue with those lips that sheath her fangs and venomous tongue until no single inch of my face, nape, neck and scalp remains free of her sadistic affection.
I want her to break my ribs and crush my lungs with a desperate hug from those beautiful arms of hers until every last pitiable noise coming out of my struggling voice is naught but a silent dirge for the love of my life.
I want her to sink her claws into my chest like the feline predator she is.
A panther with black fur and a scornful green glare armed with two claws of sharp steel claiming me as her kill.
I am naught but hapless prey in her presence.
I am nothing but a limp tembling body in her embrace.
I am blood waiting to be spilt in her name, I am a raging heart trashing inside his cage screaming to be heard by her, I am but meat walking and sobbing until I become her feast, I am cold despair and sorrow waiting for the scorching solace of her burning skin.
I stare at her eyes like the sunflowers search and follow for the nurturing beauty of the sun.
I am the tides rising and falling with violent yearning for the moonlight of her smile.
My beloved muse of the scornful green glare. Please take me into your arms and let me breathe my last inside your embrace.
I beg of you to let the sweat of your chest form my death mask.
I ask of you to allow my scarred heart to go silent in your arms.
My heart will rampage, trash, squirm and rage inside the cage that is my chest forever and ever with the hope you one day listen to its maddening symphony of love and despair.
My muse.
My beloved muse.
My beloved muse of the pitch black hair.
My beloved muse of the scornful green glare.
I love you.
