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'anon · 4mo
I don't think it's bizarre, because I think the same thing. I feel that my soul has been intertwined with yours for a long time and, obviously, I long for it to remain that way.
'anon · 4mo
You've been MIA lately, yet always in my mind. I'd give you all the attention you desire, since you like it that much.
'anon · 4mo
I want you to want me as I want you, desperately. I want to make you shiver from my touch. I want to hear your voice, breathless and shaky. Oh, I want you to say my name like a prayer… Full of devotion.
'anon · 4mo
I am yours;
With every inch of flesh and bone in my body and every ounce of love instilled in me, I belong to you. With every subtle thought that slips my mind and every void space in my soul, I belong to you.
'anon · 4mo
Hi, I'm in love with you.
'anon · 4mo
Do you remember the phrase I sent you these days? “He's got swirls of passion in his eyes”. It's an excerpt from a song...
“And he's got swirls of passion in his eyes, uncovering the dreams he dreams at night. As much and hard as he tries to hide, I can see right through him”.
Maybe I'll send you songs instead of book phrases.
'anon · 4mo
the things i’d do to you, that i’d let you to do myself, if only you’d have me…
'anon · 4mo
Dear, put me on my knees and you’ll always have my devotion, but I must warn you... My devotion has a price: you’ll have to be only mine. I'm selfish and I don't accept that you belong to someone other than me. Don't try to run, now.
'anon · 4mo
There's no naivety in me, believe me. Maybe a little recklessness, but I don't care. I don't want you to be merciful to me, I won't run from you. Drag me into your sinful decadence, I want to belong to you.
That is... Quite a lot. I am not one to be at a loss of words, but the way you write to me, like the devotion which desperately lives through prayer, hoping to always be more than... Oh, my. Would you like that, quite truly, dear? Belonging to such vile a creature, who doesn't know how to distinguish love from blind devoutness; who hasn't felt the clement touch of humanity in in so long, it forgot how it felt again its skin.
Do you truly wish for that?
'anon · 4mo
Dear, knowing that I’m in your thoughts makes me want you even more. Honestly, I don't mind if you say that there is no delicacy or beauty in you; that your desires are hedonistic and that your touches are crude... Your darkness calls me, has me completely. Touch me as you wish, show me your true intentions and keep me close. I'm not afraid. In my eyes, my dear, you’re a beautiful and captivating creature.
Not an ounce of fear in you; can’t tell if you’re full of naïveté or just plain recklessness. Either way, I am no good, dear, so I shall be selfish and act upon my crudest desires. It’s your last chance to run… I’ll be merciful one single time — you have a chance to be free forever, before I drag you onto sinful decadence.
'anon · 4mo
I love the way you write! I wish there wasn't a typing limit on Twitter.
'anon · 4mo
You are so terribly attractive, I find myself jealous, wanting you only for myself. I've never been like this, it is all your fault, sweetheart. I wish I could have you, kiss you, make you feel pleasure like no one has ever done.
'anon · 4mo
My dear, you captivate me every day and that makes me want to captivate you entirely for me. Maybe that sounds a little selfish. Every time I receive your messages, smiles adorn my lips and I look forward to answering you. You've been dominating my thoughts lately. I hope you’re aware of how much power you have over me, how you’re allowed to dominate me completely just as you did with my thoughts. A promising future is to come and we’ll be able to share our ideas, and I’ll touch your face and tell you how I see you and how passionate you are.
I cannot help but feel satisfied as I read through your confession, dear. Indeed, you too have taken over my thoughts, and I find myself desiring more of your attention and aura, which is light and joyful in nature. Dominate you, though? I wouldn't advise you that, as I am a creature of hedonistic cravings and brusque touches. No gentleness adorns me, even if you give me a bit of hope in that sense, I have to be realistic; nothing in me is delicate or beautiful, moreover it is sublime and dark. I fear tainting you, so I keep my true intentions hidden - even if barely so -, but you keep tempting me with those endearing expressions (such as ''promising future'')... You are God-given, my dear.