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| lately i wonder what on earth i am playing at, or maybe i am just amazed at my ego-self when in truth it is magic that i seek. i have grown too impatient for these games, i play too rough, too deep, i go too far, killing those who try to own me. my claws are sharp, my chase is swift and my soul is still too young to know how to temper power into actions of pure being that can sing sacred in dark rivers. so take me to the flight commander, the leader of the pack will do, the one who wields a sword and whip, the One who holds my wings in his iron fist, the One who knows that he can pound me into stardust just before he turns me loose. let me tell him that i�d like to be held tighter, taken fiercely, spilling fire in my veins. so take me down, savage lover, dig your claws in deep, slide your blade around the curve of hip and breast, breath and blood, i am screaming need and heat, enough to shred you, looking for a way to lose control. |