Story of The White Tiger and the Black Lion

Shirt,

Pants,

And face, 

All covered in Fresh Cherry Wine,

Hands,

Arms,

And feet,

Mostly bruised after she explained to me that I am only hers and without her is a lie,

Lips,

Eyes,

And nose,

Remember the taste, sight, and smell from the last time she worshiped me in the bedroom,

Ears, 

Skin,

And bones,

Still vibrate with hunger just to clasp onto her warmth again if for only the last tomb,

Voice,

Throat,

And teeth,

All sung the song of arsenic nightmares, that always turn into a beautiful daydream,

Tongue,

Saliva,

And strength,

Yearn for the whimper her mouth made, when she desired to submit into the animalistic and cardinal void called her Master ... or Sire with nothing in between,

Yelps, 

Screams,

And bliss,

Sprang from the ritual only two bodies can make when locked in the power or dark temptation and sultry bliss,

Blood,

Sweat,

And tears,

Are the drugs and the addiction that brings her back for more,

...

My dear little tiger,

This is the present and gift you've always yearned for,

The hypnotic elevation, not many understand anymore,

.

The full submission to the master of ,pain, pleasure, and something a little Hardcore