shadowfever

As he fills me, I wonder if__n the same way that sex makes its own unique perfume__e don__ really __ake_ love. As in create, manufacture, evoke an independent element in the air around us, and if enough of us did it really well, for real, not just for the hell of it, we could change the world. Because when he__ in me, I feel the space around us changing, charging, and it seems to set off some kind of feedback loop, where the more he touches me, the more I need him to. Having sex with Barrons sates my need. Then feeds it. Sates, then feeds. It__ a never-ending cycle. I get out of bed with him, frantic to be back in it again. And I____ated you for it,_ he says gently.That was my line.__ never get enough, Mac. Drives me bug-fuck. I should kill you for what you make me feel.__ understand perfectly. He is my vulnerability. I would become Shiva, the world-eater, for him.