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Story. 009

4:33 p.m.

my mom said that all demons must be disintegrated,
conquered and destroyed. But, why do I like the taste of this one? what makes me crave this one? She told me it was bad and that this was not apart of me. this was something that was going to destroy me. it's you. "passion?"

i whimper softly, and there she stood. I can tell she didn't want to waste time for she is a quite impatient woman. she was ready to go, she wanted to take me places i would have never guessed I would have got the chance to go.

she elicits a great deal of excitement in me, she blesses me with her confidence, she kisses me with her radiance and then she sent me off to go explore her world on my own.

my momma said passion was the devil itself.
my momma said "passion looks a lot like you,"
she said, "i see her in you."  and I don't think she was wrong. Instead of denying my demon, passion, I embraced her. I comforted her as she poured hot tears into me. Passion told me she she doesn't like to be alone.

and neither do I.

I held passions hand and when she looked at me I couldn't deny her. I couldn't kill her flame, she was too beautiful.

"they call you a demon, you know?"

i take a few moments to stare at her, i inhale her warmth. "I'm supposed to kill you." I admit, "But, instead, I've fallen in love with you."

Passion loves to hear this and she smiles at me. "Oh!" I gasp dramatically, "My love! my love!"
I grab her and hug her tightly. "I crave you, I feel you bleeding into me, and I can't help but want you to be with me, forever."

Passion pulls away and look at me kindly.

"I am you."