It's not the lies that you sing

My most beloved, nothing makes the fire in my loins burn more passionately than your touch, and I have decided today that I must have you.

If I cannot, then no one else will - your body, your heart, your mind, you belong to me completely. We will hang for treachery together, my Queen; my beautiful flower. Your sweet poison fills my soul with a wild longing, that I may take you however you wish to be taken.

I will be your wild stallion, your knight, as long as I have the pleasure of being inside you, of tasting and savoring the sweet forbidden fruit you have kept from all who lust after you.

I will come to you tonight, beloved fiore, and my name will spill from you sweet, soft lips, your exquisite lustful gaze will fall on no one but me before the night gives way to dawn.



[[ooc: .............Yes, well.]]