My perspective. desire, undeniably so. differs from hers. She, the
Chosen. who possesses. his golden leash. named "Love". lost amid the
trespasses. we were so eager. to commit. Hiding from our. underlying
truths. to whose influence. do you attribute this? his or mine,
vindictive. in my selection. of her property? I am to blame. for his
obvious lies and. thinly-veiled disguises. the whore, a succubus. thus
wicked, and unrepenting. of my copper sins. have taken advantage. of her
fragile trust. in an unkempt bed. of my passions. intense, unyielding.
until he cries. stop. nothing more intricate. than such intimacies.
between he and I. forbidden. yet attractive. in mutual satisfaction.
sharing secrets before. he goes to her. prostrating himself. and i wait.
for his return.

Penned by my hand on the 17th of Lupar, in the year 459 AF.