This Doesn't Look Like New Orleans
10-05-2014, 12:24 AM
Though, she was cautious, she did not fear this bastard before her. He was merely a helpless pup in her mind - seemingly controlled by some dark force pretending to be worth more than what he was. We are all slaves. Our minds and desires being held prison by personal beliefs of what is right and what is wrong. Though, right and wrong was no more than a simple point of view. The typical wolf, he was, holding back his hidden cravings - masking the truth. Although she was no angel, she was indeed honest. . . brutally honest sometimes, but honest nevertheless. Ears would flick backwards momentarily in agitation from his disturbing chuckle. Unspoken thoughts had passed through his mind that would never be known to her and how she despised not knowing! It gnawed at her soul as if it were a lion charging at the last fleck of flesh and bone left in all the world. He spoke of a creature of his own blood. Though, she was not sure to believe he held this creature dear to him. There was this undying aura of darkness shielding the man. It was not wise to believe any of his words; however, it really did not matter either way. What she wanted from him was a temporary pleasure. The man did not display any obvious signs of lust; however, she knew it had to be there lurking inside of his soul. Craving to press his body against hers in an inescapable hold. Mm, but my best talent does not lie there. You see, ridding your frustrations can be done in a much more pleasurable way. As I am sure you know. Allow me to be your succubus and everyone else will seem like mere spark compared to my flame. Ah, will you not ravage me? We can combine the two entertainments into a single barbaric act. Her tone was seductive and lyrics ended with a wink of the right eye. Ah, how could he deny such an offer? my actions | my words | my thoughts |