Good evening, my gentle listeners, I am here
for you tonight, as I am always here for you. Tonight, I thought
perhaps you would care to hear a bit of poetry....
See through the hazel eyes of my lover
the pale blue lines
that map my body.
Choose well, my love.
Cool steel, a touch,
A heated rush of crimson pleasure.
Truly, this poet knew love, as does not love come in many forms? All
too often, you hear of someone waiting for their, "perfect love". Do
they truly believe that such a creature exists? Love belongs to
humans, should it not be like them? Should it not come in a variety
of flavors, should it not be pain and pleasure? Life is but brief, a
borrowed slice of time. In your brief taste of life, should you not
experience all that is offered to you, all the tastes of love that
exist? Love can be the sweetest of torture, the finest edge of pain.
It burns, does it not? In icy heat that sears the edges of your
soul. If you have a soul, that is.
I can show you love, my gentle listeners. Give you pleasure and
pain, sensations that you never knew existed. You would writhe and
burn under my touch. Others have. They have been at my feet begging
for the suffering that I can visit on them.
Haven't they?
Nicholas.
And you my gentle listeners, will you do the same? Yessss. You
would. And I would do it, give you the sheer torture of pleasure. Of
course I would do it for you. After all....I love you.
-finis-
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