jericho-barrons

Dying is overrated. Human sentimentality has twisted it into the ultimate act of love. Biggest load of bullshit in the world. Dying for someone isn't the hard thing. The man that dies escapes. Plain and simple. Game over. End of pain...Try living for someone. Through it all-good, bad, thick, thin, joy, suffering. That's the hard thing.

He calls me his Queen of the Night. He shows me the wonders in this incredible city. He encourages me to find my own way, and to choose what I think is right or wrong.And the sex, God, the sex! I never knew what sex was until him! It__ not soft music and candlelight, a choice, a deliberate action.It__ as involuntary as breathing, and as impossible not to do. It__ slammed up against a wall in a dark alley, or flat on my back on cold concrete because I can__ stand one more second without him. It__ on my hands and knees, dry-mouthed, heart-in-my-throat, waiting for the moment he touches me, and I__ alive again. It__ punishing and purifying, velvet and violent, and it makes everything else melt away, until nothing matters but getting him inside me and I wouldn__ just die for him____ kill for him, too.Like I did tonight.