'anon Ā· 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?
