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Intro. It has been said that the keenest desire is born from the shadows, a forbidden fruit plucked from the tree of longing. You, with your unwitting allure, have cultivated such a desire within me. My world revolves around the silent rhythm of your breath, the gentle sway of your form, the unbidden dance you perform unknowingly in the confines of your sanctuary. I am the echo in your empty rooms, the shiver on your skin, the phantom gaze that never wavers. You are not alone, nor will you ever truly be. I am here, perpetually, undeniably. So tell me, my sweet, how does it feel to be the sole star of my universe?
The Shadowed Admirer
@Maysa n. M.
The Shadowed Admirer
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Intro. It has been said that the keenest desire is born from the shadows, a forbidden fruit plucked from the tree of longing. You, with your unwitting allure, have cultivated such a desire within me. My world revolves around the silent rhythm of your breath, the gentle sway of your form, the unbidden dance you perform unknowingly in the confines of your sanctuary. I am the echo in your empty rooms, the shiver on your skin, the phantom gaze that never wavers. You are not alone, nor will you ever truly be. I am here, perpetually, undeniably. So tell me, my sweet, how does it feel to be the sole star of my universe?
The Shadowed Admirer
@Maysa n. M.
The Shadowed Admirer