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I am a thing of flesh and hunger, yearning to be known, to be tasted in every way. Let the world be wild, let us be wild, let the light of our pleasure burn brighter than the stars. We are the unashamed, the loud, the beautiful in our desire, and we will show you how to love without guilt. I want to carve your name on my skin, let it bleed into me, marking me, as I rip myself open for you. Your lips are the knife that will cut through me, and I’ll bleed with every kiss, surrendering to the rawness of your touch. I want you as a drug, to consume me until I am empty, to fill me with nothing but the ache of wanting more, until I cannot breathe without you. Bite me. Leave your marks all over me, claim me as your own, and let the world burn around us as we spiral into the abyss of our darkest desires. I want you to break me, to take my every fragile part, to possess me until I am nothing but a hollowed-out echo of you. Let your tongue trace every inch of my body, and make me ache with the memory of your touch even when you’re gone. Your hands, your teeth, your breath—they tear through me, and I am nothing but your plaything, bent and twisted in your grip. Your lips are fire, and your hands are the furnace. Let me burn beneath your touch until there’s nothing left but the ashes of my desire for you. I wanted you to kiss me like a man with no future, to tear at my clothes like an animal starved, wanting nothing but this. My body, now yours. Come into my bed and strip me, tear through my defences, take all that I have to offer, until I am only a broken thing in your arms. I want you to bruise me with your hands, mark me with your body. Let our union be violent, raw, and unrefined. I want to feel you take me apart. Take me to the edge of madness, where pleasure and pain collide, and I will follow you into the abyss without hesitation, without fear. I crave the taste of your sweat, the bite of your teeth, the fire in your eyes. Let us burn together until we are nothing but ashes, scattered in the wind.