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Click hereyou know me,
even though we just met,
you know me,
you understand my dreams
my needs,
my desires,
oh yes,
my secret fantasies,
my passions,
you know me,
you are wrong,
you want me,
you desire me,
you lust for me,
to serve you,
to submit to you,
to love you,
to unquestioningly provide,
you,
with whatever you demand,
you know me?
you don't know yourself,
or anyone, really
you only know,
your wants,
your lustful desires,
your arrogance, these are the beginnings of a passion,
twisted,
by foolish imaginings,
you don't know me,
trust me when I tell you this,
trust me when I say you are,
all wrong,
for if you do not believe my truth,
this passion will ultimately die,
yet,
in your deluded mind,
the fault will lie with me,
but, whose fault is it really?
listen to the truth when you hear it...
don't get this passion,
twisted
Not sure its such a blessing as you make it sound, thank you though for the ...encouragement? This one is still very raw
Passion, be it emotional, intellectual, sensory, or sexual moves through your consciousness like an anaconda on speed.
Its shape constantly changing in violently powerful undulations that bends everything caught by it, forcing surrender. Passion is beyond logic, beyond rationale. Passion is--- as are we all--- what it IS. Beautiful work, Ivory, beautiful work...