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| I watch with contempt as you enclose your fingers around her, that unfeeling surface that contains her. You brush your lips against it, and though it's cold and lifeless, somehow it still makes you smile. Feeling it ghost over your lips and finally, a reaction. She follows your lips as you sigh contently. Your sighs drive her on as she makes her way down your throat, your head tilted back in sheer ecstasy. How long had it been since you had played that part with me? I hear the throaty request, nay command.
"More..." you utter and your needs are fulfilled. Your needs. You want her inside you. Or maybe, you want to be inside her more. You want to drown in her, to watch as all your responsibilities slowly slip away. You want to see it all disappear, leaving you with things like �only now�, and �passion� , and �greed� . Your eyes remained fixed on her as you take her in, again and again. No matter how long you've enjoyed her company, never do you turn her away. Your mistress, smooth and dark. So unlike me. So many times, I was never enough, but it seems that she can always spark some fire inside you. How ironic, it seems. Something so cold and unfeeling can stir those desires deep inside you. For once, I wish you'd grab my neck the way you do hers, your hands claiming her as you bring her to your lips, ravaging her endlessly. In the corner I sit, watching it all, unknown and unseen. You take her in your mouth, but that isn't what hurts the most. The blade slicing through my heart with searing pain is that as you take her in your mouth, you show her all of your soul. Even to me, that part was hidden, locked away so long ago. You set her down gently and she hardly makes a sound, resting against the cloth laid out ceremoniously, only for her. "Another?" a gruff voice asks, passing by you again as the clock ticks endlessly away at the night. With a smile, you shake your head, eyes glassy with the shroud she has put over your mind. "No, mate. I've had all I can handle," you say, words running together in your euphoria, and rise, walking slowly away. Only one who knows you could tell that you're about to fall. And into the darkness you walk, the bells on the door chiming as the barkeep collects your glass, pouring her out of it and down the drain where the leftovers belong. Rising and following, I walk after you, just steps behind as you stagger and sway. It's only a block to the house, I hear you say as you lean against the wall, your head spinning from drinking all of her in. You trip as you climb the steps and I meet your wild-eyed stare as I take your arm. "Let me help you," is all I can say as I guide you in the door and to the bed. A minute has not even passed before your breaths become deeper, more even with the deathlike sleep that consumes you. I stand over you, reaching out to gently brush your hair from your face. As I brush my fingertips against your cheek, I may as well be a ghost for all the response it gains from you. If it was another person, living and breathing that had engulfed you, I wouldn't stand for it. Not for a minute. But this, this is a demon deep within your mind that I cannot fight. Until you make the choice, I can only be second best. |
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