The One I Admire

The love.

The love I feel for you.

As twisted as it seems.

But it's true.

My pellucid intentions.

Your eyes, lively or dead, should only gaze upon me.

My desires that has warped into such,

that the pretty little bruises on your body stands as my proud marks.

That throat, a voice as melodious as it is, shall be accentuated under my blemishing clutch.

My love.

How pleased I feel looking at your once porcelain back now chafed by my nails.

And the ecstasy when you moan with pain and pleasure.

And for a fact that I know, when the veil of night is lifted, we go to the bright front, hiding our dark clandestine amity.

But without fail, wrapped in darkness, you come back to submit yourself to my authority.

Since, the one you admire is me.

And the one I admire...

... is you.

Thanks for reading lovelies. XoXo - an_emone