Naomi Celine

“The precise moment a climactic moan fell off her lips she metamorphosed. She tasted the sweetness of the forbidden fruit; my angel- so pure and faultless- was bonded to the beauty of her sapphic transgressions. Though marked by iniquity, her divinity flourished; perhaps the abomination she feared the most was no sin at all…”

“She embodied the most spectacular sights my dull eyes ever witnessed, she was the seven wonders of the world incarnate. I search the labyrinth of my mind just to see a glimpse of the woman I let slip through my fingers; those same seven wonders being chipped and eroded from my consciousness as each day passes. Oh how I long for her, crave her, lust for her- my angel! Grace me with your presence once more; for I fear that time will erase you from my memory, whereas without you I am but a shell of mortal soul that once flourished with the fruits of your love.”