Aug 6
I need to worship someone. I need someone to become my reason for living, to fill my body with vigor at the mere thought of them.
I need someone's greedy hands all over me, their teeth tearing my flesh as I apologize for feeling pain. I need someone to suckle on my wounds as their nails tear into my muscle further.
I need someone's hands in my hair, forcing my head back to gaze into their glory fully.
I need someone grinning at me as I cry and bleed like the pathetic follower I am.
I need someone to cherish and desire me as much as I would cherish and desire them.
