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I was thinking about Finnick from our conversation so I decided to make this 😠@andvys
Enemies to Lovers ? 😩
It's about sex
Let me own my body, while you lose your serious glare. Let my view enchant and enhance you while my spell blurs the lines you've drawn in the cement of your box that chain yourself in. Let me show you the wonders of an absent abstinence vow. My gentle masochist, your face brings this wild sadist to his knees and make me experience vulnerability at new levels. Innocence be dammned, let me take you into me and let you feel pleasure in a world of contraband feelings. Let me help you own an unexplored sexuality. All the while angels rush in to inquire the breaths drawing the name of God. Let my fingers guild you on my landscape you so desperately wish to conquer. Danger and safety have no say in this art form. Come oh knight in shining armor, your princesses have no plans made to be rescued, so in a world of fairy tails, let this fairy king show you why his crown is made of lavender, orchids and morning glorys. If during ecstasy we find ourselves stuck in limbo, then let us continue until we plunge ourselves deeper and deeper into the abyss. As we move to the sound of breathing grown heavy, feel the magic of spiritual levitation elevate us out of the eye of a storm only to experience the climaxation of a hurricane throwing your world of sexual morals to the wind. The fairy king casts his robe to the side of the Knights trail of armor. For both would be such a inconvenient onus in this battle of sexual frustration and passion.
The Night
Have you ever watched the moon dance upon the calm water, while the ripples reveal the excitement of the creatures below? Or see the glow of the surrounding clouds, watching as they grow less and a less transparent from the onyx sky showered with glitters of sliver? Have you ever seen the misty midnight haze reveal the memories of lovers stuck in the romance of the twilight hour? Or hear the songs of the insects as they musically illustrate the twinkling of the stars? Have you smelled the intoxicating aromas that dusk offers to those who harbor a nocturnal inner beast? Or feel the cool embrace she brings as the sunset gives birth to her world of the night? Embrace her, the night. For you are her lunar child, and she, your bewildering mother.
The Blind Begging Fool
God loves all, truer words have never been spoken by a blind begging fool. A fool who sits on the side of the road content with his life bc he thinks that he is king of his mountain. Yet not knowing his mountain are the limbs left there by the passer byes who listened to his cursed words coated with leprosy disguised as ambrosia. It doesn’t matter what words fall from his mouth as long as he says it’s from God. Praise my god, praise my god. Well your god be dammed my God wouldn’t leave me to my sins and say you are unclean. God wouldn’t sit there and do nothing while children cry at night and wonder where salvation is. Sometime I wonder if mysterious works is just another name for humanity. Bc what would you call something that says it will change the world only to stand at its borders and say go in peace. Projecting the scratch upon the surface of a coffin saying, look at what I did. Did you even bother to knock on it too bc I’m sure I heard sob of a child when you turned away before the final amen. But when the truth came to your desk in the form of paper work, you said it was God’s will. The same will that causes a young girl to question where she’ll sleep tonight bc her mother brought her home in blue instead of pink. Bc before she falls asleep tonight in the cold street it was your gods will that the last thought to race her mind were her mother’s words of…I hate you. But hey, another broken hearted corpse to add to your mountain of Martyrs. So praise high foolish begger, bc your blind blasphemy creates a wildfire to burn down the homes of others so they can join in on self pity. Truly God must love all, bc He still sees hope for the blind begging fool.