Together we stared at the Abyss. A shared sanguine memory. Bonding us in the dark. A darkness that gave way to an euphoric embrace, one that was so overwhelming as to be irresistible.

Oh.

Within short moments things got very messy very fast. A mess on clothes, on the floor, the furniture, our bodies, our minds, our emotions. An aftermath that left its stains on us, and on what we touched.

Oh.

We were left as a tangle of lips, arms, legs, and souls. Wrestling around, despite for release yet refusing to let go. A struggle that lasted into the dark hours until neither of us could take it anymore.

Oh by the merciful gods.

You have come upon me again. Every fibre of my essence opens to you. Taking in every part, every sense, every single thing of you.

Oh by a worthless god yes.

My cries echo into the dark. A primal call older than humanity, echoing animalistic messages about you, about what you are doing to me, and how it makes me feel.

Oh god yes.

We have fallen so far. So messy and tangled. So attaches in so many ways. Yet, all I can say to you is

Don't Stop! Please!
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