Darkest fantasies

 

I have the darkest fantasies sometime’s they escape into my reality as a Mistress.

Candle’s in a very small room there is something sinister here we can both feel it .

We sit naked in front of each other a black altar between us, I grab your wrist and 

drag a small blade across it the blood whisper’s slowly from the cut my other hand holding

the cup this act of surrender is a deep covenant of 

two soul’s driven to search for their own wicked pleasure’s.  I put the cup to my lip’s and drink 

as I do this the candle’s flicker. You take my wrist and slice it as I am drinking I moan 

for what is to come. When we are finished with the ritual we paint each other with the blood left in the cup’s

Falling back we embrace and consumed in each other we let our lust take hold and the world fall’s away as we 

play like shadow’s on the wall. 

 

Veronika

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