Some nights, I would wake up with a dire need to lick the flames—to sacrifice my dignity for a drop of flesh blood. It happened again tonight, but you were there to satisfy my need. I ran my heated fingers over your cold body and you jolted. “What are you doing?” you whispered with lust and annoyance.
I broke your ceremonials as I dipped my tongue into your mouth. The hell celebrated as we delivered forbidden paradise. “Don’t worry, John; my daughter won’t know,” I said, just to test if the waters tasted better while they were still young.
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