Dying love

Her lips spoke the most delicious tales of lust. Each word dripping with emotions that he was not able to understand. Cries, no pleas of salvation would go unnoticed when the beast met the maiden. She was his haven, and he was her drug. That decadence addiction of filth and debauchery. In the end, the flames consumed them both. Some things burn at such an intense heat that they can never last. Their love was one such thing.

AJ Luna

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