I have not seen you only but for a fortnight but the agony I feel is more than dreadful.
Has this been your plan all along to make me suffer with longings for you? How dare you just go and leave me here with no one to pleasure me but myself? I'm not even so sure it’s considered pleasure since all I feel is torture. My body doesn‘t even want my own hands—it only wants yours. I am at a lost, my beloved. For you once wanted me with such an unruly want that you could taste me on your lips and craved me in the very depths of your being.
But now I see that you no longer want me in such a fashion.
Would you rather now destroy some new young innocent thing just as you did me? Oh but it can’t be so because she, and she, and she, and all the others will never be me. I am the one to whom your black heart has pledge its undying love to and though you may die, your desire for me shall not. I am a very part of your soul and to lose me is to lose your soul.
Though sometimes I wonder if you, or even I, have a soul left. The kind of lust we share is too sinfully good that it must simply be no good. So passionate that the burn, the ache, only becomes extinguished when we both feel that release in each other’s embrace.
And only that lasts but a moment.
Long ago we both came to the realization that there is no point in fighting who we are, what we feel, what we crave, what we need, who we are, and we can not change or deny that.
So we made a pact that it was better to just give in and go with the intensity of our desire. Rather the desire consume us less we die.
Thus we did, my beloved. We made love in every way possible and even in ways we did not even think were possible. A single glance into your eyes, I made love to you. In the slightest touch, in the smallest gesture, in the simplest of words, our souls made love. Though we have only really have been intimate with each other but once, in my mind I have felt you inside me countless times.
Even before we were lovers.
Back when just a look from you would make me feel a familiar tickle down in my most secret of areas... though I must admit that even now just a look from you still has the same affect on me.
You wanted me as much as I needed you.
But the funny thing is that I crept into you soul and now you HAVE to have me.
Now you need me more than ever and you can’t get rid of me from your thoughts. Just as I can’t get rid of you from mine. You thought it was going to be just some silly game, seduce the virgin then leave her, but lover I bet you never expected not to be able to leave me. And you can’t. Can you?
For the longest time I belonged to you but now you belong to me as well. No matter how many women you fuck you’ll always be wanting me—not them. I did not curse you or cast some evil spell to make you feel the way you do. Though I wouldn’t put it past fate to have done just that. We are part of each other, intertwined by a common bond of lust, burning desire and the darkest passion permissible to man.
So go ahead, my beloved. Go and try run from me but you’ll never succeed. Every time you close your eyes I will be all you see. I will haunt you till the ends of time until you return me to my rightful place in your bed. Pleasant dreams, till we meet again and trust me—we will, lover.
Oh, we will.