Prince of Lust

<p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Vale</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)> Forgive my trespasses for I'm but a lowly mortal a weak prey amongst gods who would seek the destruction of my soul by tainting it with their filth. Salvation isn't what I seek in Oliver's arms; it's his darkness that calls to me whipping my body into a frenzy. He exists to steal my heart my soul. Oh how I offer it so willingly even when I know better. </span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)> I know he will destroy me but unlike that unsuspecting moth drawn into the light of a bright flame I'm eager for my own demise. I yearn for his destruction. I want it to be part of it a part of him. Suddenly Hell looks like an inviting new neighbor.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)> Do I want to be a good girl the one I've been conditioned to be or do I want to writhe in the waves of his shadows for all eternity? Is my soul as filthy as his deeds?</span></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Oliver</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)> Vale radiates an unparalleled beauty that surpasses anything I've witnessed. I yearn for a mere taste of her innocence for it's all I'm permitted-a single sip at the fountain of her joyous surrender. Yet I'm inexplicably drawn to her radiant fire like a starving man unable to satisfy my cravings. If I indulge in her offerings I fear a single taste won't be enough and she'll wither in my arms until her light fades away. </span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)> I long for her even though I know it's wrong. I know she can never be mine yet the darkness inside my soul whispers to me begging to be one with her to take her to make her entirely irrevocably mine. My obsession my longing for her will end me. I know it will.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)> Will Vale be my greatest sin or my ultimate salvation? </span></p><p></p>