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Rest your shaky hand in my palm, and feel the warmth of death's blood. Let frozen fingertips thaw in our close seclusion. Safety, listen to my lilt on this marble stone we perch upon. Your eyes hold reflection and refraction of my mind. Like the body you gaze upon is made of pearlescent glass. Every will, every whim exposed. I can only see you.
Soft decorated flesh and impressive figure. Hair that was glazed with moonlight, definitive strength, and inked feathers too soft for pillows. All of outside is transcended by inside. A true vesel of beauty. The closest caress my tainted hand will get to God. Stings, time to time, from when it was rightfully slapped away.
I can only wish to serve as old forgotten words still haunt me. Just the right time... and I'll never just be seen again. Your requests I'd do my best to fulfill, repair the damage of my sins. Anything in this damned hell for you. One day my status as a choice will be un-squandered. It is only of my own neglect that I landed myself this servitude. An honor for a night demon like me. Just to see you, see the same moon you do, speak to you, that glimpse of heaven is too much a gift. Let me answer every beck and call. I'd be glad a slave for the divine. The stars descend to confuse my eyes and the impact makes me forget, that grandeur craze.
Do you feel any warmer my darling? Still so cold... I'll make us a fire.
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