Let me taste your ***

Sunday at 06:39 AM

Cower if you feel like it
Don't run from the fact that you're afraid of me
Don't cover it up
Don't defend
Show me, warble, tear up, twitch

Every one of your feelings is a delicacy for me, that's why I chose you,
Not just the way you emote,
But the actual manner in which you feel,
What you've culitivated inside yourself
The most unsplitable primes dazzling through the prism of your consciousness
In all these colors

You can be scared
That's okay
Maintain eye contact when you want to dart out of here,
Where does that take you?
What are you afraid I'll do?

What is this like?
Like nothing else right?
But you're not that scared of the unknown are you?
You've always seen the unknown like The desire to dig a hole at the beach
Deeper and Deeper
Craving ever farther into the occult
Unquenchable, Because this passion is outside of mere base hunger
Everything inside you points to it
It's orientation

And who could be more occult
Than the Chaos god we summoned to posses me?
I can tell my eyes are more wild than usually by the way you attempt to wriggle fron my grasp with their every flash
You want to feel me clamp down on you
To tie you down until there's no escape
To bite and grab and grope
Push through that every embarrassment
Until you have to sit in it
That melt-into-the-floor full panic
Is just another emotion
Just another experience to take in, to ride through
To let me drive
Something for me to smell on you neck and taste in your sweat

Dionysus is a god of excess
Xe relishes in overstimulation
The overroughness that you find yourself craving when you play safely within your comfort zone
Craving bruises
The ache of soreness from fighting my grapple
To be tackled with abandon, over and over
Feel the power, the strength of being overcome in every respect after fighting your hardest

Body flushed in pump just makes you taste more like *** when I lap you up
Even softer in my grasp, little squeezetoy