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Proprietary, it compels you to refrain.
That message from childhood to compress that which you are.

I do not wish to coerce you.

Not through force of might or words softly spoken.

More to enlighten, to remind you, of that which you are.

Your #delight awaits, be brave and embrace.

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Strip for me
Disguard your inhibitions, your anxieties
I don't need you to prepare, to waste time on makeup you don't need
To me you are always My Princess
My Beauty
My #delight and my pleasure.
MINE.

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Shall I tease or torment
Or are they both the same
The quivering lament
Of seductions sensual game

When touch it is a pleasure
And pleasure such tortuous pain
Will I allow a moments restbite
Or just drive you slowly insane

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Ah the memory of your face when I taught you, that in my hands everything is a tool to bring you pleasure.

I look forward each day to reaching you more.

It’s a funny thing, memory. It can go missing. Become tainted. It can lie to you entirely. It’ll say it was there and it never was. Then others will tell you the truth. Or are they? Who can you trust? Certainly not your own head. Definitely not other people. #vss365

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Altered the dreams that bleeds into my soul
Heart beats immortal that dies beneath the goal
Whispers in cacophany that ruptures deep in me
How lies the truth that cant reaxh apogee.

Dylan pushed. Pushed as hard as he could, testing himself and Magpie, flying in-atmosphere, hitting the both of them with almost crippling g-forces until they hit the #apogee, before curling back and hitting very different, yet similar stresses all the way back down.

They had to be ready.

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When you live for the apogee, it is the grandest moment but also the beginning of the end. Then the spiral. A painful slide away from bliss. Questioning your existence. Love hard, they say. I wonder what part of themselves they hardened to love so much. Love, even at its gentlest, hurts. #vss365

Something about riots …

From ‘Reign, Dear’.

#WiPSnips

I don’t want a successor. I want to be immortal. Yet remembered forever. I want to know that everybody who is dead and forgotten in the ground, knew of me. That everybody living, thinks of me daily. I live in the collective consciousness. The only stranger to me is death. #vss365

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Heaven sent, she's my #consolation for a future that should be.

Forged from a past she's never quite outrun, I'm her consolation and a path thats yet to be fully tred.

As if it was any consolation, he lived inside her. She was possessed. It’s as though he seasoned her life throughout all hours and weathers. The darkest pits of night to the blaze of midday. A taste, an atmosphere, a memory lost yet so real. It made her life sensational. And miserable. #vss365

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I sometimes wonder just how long you could endure, if I let my lips write their own #sililoque upon the canvas of your soul.

Silent words burnt in passion upon your writhing flesh.

No quarter asked or given, just the incessant torture of unrelenting pleasure.

Ferociously inflicted..

He lives in the mountain and is often greeted by a magenta and orange dawn. The fleeting beauty reflects his sorrow. Another day without her. Promises of a cold bed. Life’s little pleasures lack the vibrancy they carried when she drew breath. Joy is a stranger whilst she is still gone. #vss365

I joined this place yesterday, instantly got banned from sending DMs, of which I sent one which read 'says I should say hello' .

I appealed the ban, no answer from the moderators, not sure this is any better than the other place.