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I wish I'd been on stage,

with them.

With you.

Simon…

Look at me.

Tell me you want me.

Nassim…

I wanted you the moment I saw you.

You know how long I waited.

My desire was killing me.

You played with me, made me ache.

It wasn't a game.

I was afraid you'd get bored, once we…

So I made you wait.

So you'd fill up with me,

with your desire for me,

until it became unbearable, unendurable.

Until we fell in love.

Until I could be sure.

Witch!

Come.

Turn me around.

Look, my love.

The hounds…

the wolves…

May I?

Make yourself at home.

You're the sweet kind.

May I?

Make yourself at home.

You're the sweet kind.

I love you, Nassim.

I love you.

I love you too.

My love is too big for us.

For this life.

I want you to fuck me until I'm old and shriveled.

And when I'm old and withered and putrid,

I want you to rip me apart with your cock.

Rip what remains of my flesh and skin.

Your cock will be a knife,

shredding me to pieces,

ripping me wide open and fucking me,

endlessly.

I'll feel the death throes as your sperm rises

and gushes

enveloping me like a shroud.

Then I'll die.

And I'll die too.

I'll die of pleasure,

one last time.

Only the memory of our love will remain.

It will outlive us. Of that I am sure.

It will hang in the air like a scent.

A scent of sperm and shit

and undying love.

The scent of your eyes.