I'm a bit poetic today:
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What depth can be brought, by what we share?
Can you slither off your skin, expose to Me your naked bits, beating and warm like fresh earth dug up. Inside your ribs, you're much like Me. Textures and rhythm, aching for more.
Sliding My fingers through your earth, I feel dampness and press you hard, balled into clumps of composite soil, combing through dirt, hand and skin.
I'm an animal, just like you. Perhaps My fangs are a bit sharp.
Bring Me your blood. Bring Me your warmth. I'll drink, and be satisfied. Shaping you into what we create. Aching your surrender into My arms.
I'll pervert what's been left of you, if you like.
