Lover.

I heard your name tonight.

I stood in your footprints. My mutilated heart began to beat again. 

My body, textured by weighted organs, palpitates with verve. The decadent blood richly pulsing through my veins, hums with consummation.

Until I heard your name.

I was resurrected. I was desecrated. 

I yearn to be abused again, I need you to defile my soul once more, I crave the slaughter of perspicacity I suffered at your hands. I thirst for dependency on you. 

I would shred my meaty materials and rape the woman I am, to feel the synthetic being you allowed me to be. I want nothing but to become sun bleached bones beneath your tips. I will accept utter annihilation, succumb to fleshly obliteration, if it would bring upon me the impotent wilderness of your world.

My lover, my disgusting eternity.