Lust captures the hollow beasts eyes, tempting without fear, as in there is no heart here that believes in everything is without consequence when there is only hollow emotions played as a ritual.
Till the silence grants a moment eyes lock mechanically instinct of the baser beasts, this will be the dance, their dance of ever that beasts never relive in heart.
Stalking with lust in heart, burning for the connection if only once, it was all the beast cared about, the reason it lived.
With gentle love of red lips pressing to the beasts mouth, unaware of anything all focus of lust is lost, from where the hollow heart sat silent warmth came bring its soul that which was impossible.
This was love, this was life, nothing before this was true, believing in the past was just settling with the motions with no heart or soul.
It was all here now from red lips that rose the soul from nowhere; this was true everything that was a myth could pull from hell to this bliss
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