And when there shall be no more silver pain of distant obedience, there shall only be the danger-zone induced pain of pushing our limits towards acknowledging once again my true control over my own concept. Tenderness is too trivial for our true love. For our conceptual craziness over our silver. And we dived into the silver towards mixing our colours. Laying almost bare on the altar of faith, I am letting myself hypnotized by your crucified faith in silver shiny fractals. And I cannot take the faith out of my mind while I am restraining you with my hands. Your are struggling for escaping out of my sinful grasp that is devouring your materialization. But your strive is so unsynchronized with your body that my aggressiveness is savagely enforcing you more and more towards providing you with what you really seek. Your struggle of faith is by far out-taken by your desires. Your sinful desires of true pleasure are in total synchronization with my body. And your restrained body is talking the language of my body. And I am boosting your pleasure so much that your breath is following the rhythm of my breath. Your soul is singing the silver of my soul. And my constant gaze into your eyes is much beyond the pleasure that we seek. I am feeding on the pain that I see in your eyes. I am taking your desires of silver and bringing them to cosmic levels that you cannot refuse, just to see the silver pain in your eyes. The pain of pushing your limits and ceasing your control to the willingness of the silver. And my moves are getting faster and faster. Brutally tender while enforcing your body for receiving the pleasure that I offer. And your burning desire is making me take the pain from your eyes and see all your faith in flames of silver. I am crushing all your faith and principles just to prove your true power. Just to prove that I can make you control your own power. But your sensuality is unbearable and my desires are by far more daunting than yours. And in my purgatory of restraining your materialization, I am inducing my sweet pain of suppressing my savage habits of ravishing concepts like you. You are so sensual that your almost bare material is making me explode of passion. And my true love of eternal happiness is bringing me the real pain of cessation and of restriction until I find another concept to ravish. With a lost look into your eyes you are begging for my infliction of desires. You are craving for my silver desires. I am craving to see the dangerous pain into your eyes. I take your pain and I do not transform it into happiness. In the altar of tainted faith I take your pain and transform it into deep desires of pure sensuality. But your proof of silver faith strayed on your neck is giving me the shivers. (©OAS2014) https://youtube/watch?v=FWHC2hxCjtE
Posted on: Tue, 25 Nov 2014 20:39:19 +0000
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