In tempered hearts we see the fault, on measure of pride, and sanctity of sins. Your lust burns like passion and your greed like firey ice. Take my soul for your devious desires, and leave me hollow, oh shadow of mine.

It is with this that I ask and sing;

Have you ever felt the sweetest embrace of a predator, that chilling lustful touch as they hold you like their own. Not knowing if they see you as food or satisfaction, but wishing for both. That is how true pleasure is felt in the hold of one who is your predator, a prey letting go and talking pleasure in that lustful touch, and hungry gaze of the other. As their claws dig into your flesh, jaws clamping tight on your neck, the feeling of your own blood swelling from the wound. As I close my eyes to feel nothing but their breath on my neck, and the painfully pleasurable touch of my predator.

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