To be loved, feelings must be rationed. To love, the doors of hysteria, fantasy, and madness may be flung open.
Anton Szandor Lavey.
Satan..
Your hand on my hand .
Your breath on my breath .
Your lips on my lips .
Your fingers caressing my fingertips.
Embracing unto a single flame.
Your name.
I no longer fear .
I love you my falling Angel from the sky.
You make my heart race high.
Oh how I love your anarchist rebellion ways.
I can go one for days .
Your ambitions are a mystery to me.
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RobbieTheRabbit
05:37 Jan 12 2026
lovely:)...