• compulsive • Once I start I just can't stop. Savoring the ..
🕑 Added 2025-04-15 15:05:40 +0000 UTC
• compulsive • Once I start I just can't stop. Savoring the oceans that keeps me from breathing, I hold my lungs hostage to your satisfaction. Only stopping when you finally grasp my hair, pull me back to the surface of reality, one final oath on your lips, mercy in your ecstacy. I live to serve you, fall command to your every whim, but my body has other plans. I can't run my fingers across your skin with out the urge to climb inside, atop, moving to the vibration of our Auras colliding. It is only after you are satisfied, and further only until I have exhausted myself, to the extent of my body's human capabilities, that I allow my body rest. You are my addiction, my compulsion. Id sooner decay, turn to stone with your soft skin clenched in my jaded and weathered fingers, immortalized in my wanting, the marble that was my skin turning to ashes over decades, id fade into nothingness before I willingly take my hands off you.
