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Å iandien proga Å”vÄsti, nes praÄjo lygiai metai nuo tavo sugrÄÆžimo Äia, brangusis! ;) ā¤ļø
King-of-the-Dark
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Four months, baby! ;))
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@King-of-the-Dark what? ;) I left this a few days ago, on the 14th dayā¦you knowā¦because four months ago you left me a love letter and life has been amazing with you since then ;))) ā¤ļø
King-of-the-Dark
Iām currently sitting cross-legged
in a puddle of what may be wine, or glitter water, or divine punishment,
because someone spilled something
and now the forest floor is suspiciously sticky and smells like fruity regrets.
There are seventeen gods around,
maybe nineteen, Iāve lost count.
One of them passed out in a bush hours ago
and we stopped factoring him in.
He might be a shrub now.
Iām not asking questions.
There are four goddesses.
The rest are disasters in vaguely human form
with swords between their legs.
I asked for a proper glass.
You know, something elegant, worthy of my divine palette.
Instead, Iāve been drinking wine from a chipped tea cup
with a duck printed on it.
Everyone else has one too.
No oneās bothered. Iām furious on principle.
The god of chaos is a frog now.
Wearing a crown made of bread crust
and flinging grapes from a flute
with disturbing accuracy.
A frog insulted my poetry.
Iām trying not to take it personally,
but he aimed a grape directly at my soul.
Thereās a god stuck in a tree.
He climbed it screaming,
āHEIGHT WILL GIVE ME PURPOSE!ā
Now heās clinging to a branch and sobbing,
while a squirrel offers unsolicited emotional support.
Different god, by the way,
has fallen in love with an oak tree.
Heās gently caressing the bark and whispering,
āIāve never felt this rooted.ā
The tree is visibly uncomfortable.
I am, in fact, uncomfortable too.
Weāre all rooting for the tree.
A goddess attempted to wave her bra as a truce offering
frog stole it instantly,
turned it into a slingshot,
and declared āfruit-based war on all hypocrites.ā
Then came the soup discourse.
It started, innocently enough,
with someone yelling,
āSOUP IS JUST A WET SALAD.ā
Which somehow led to another god screaming,
āTHEN CEREAL IS BREAKFAST SOUP,ā
and a third trying to eat air
to prove it was invisible consommƩ.
Someone threw a spoon.
It now glows when itās near drama - very useful.
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Meanwhile, a goddess laughed so loud,
the frog stuffed leaves in her mouth
like he was delivering divine judgment.
She chewed with deep sarcasm, we clapped.
Someone tried to curse a pumpkin into a carriage.
It hissed, rolled itself into the bushes,
and may now be leading a rebellion.
We are not investigating.
Too scared, too drunk.
Elsewhere, a god is locked in combat with his own shadow.
He was told itās ābeen whispering thingsā as a joke.
So he tackled it to the ground and shouted,
āADMIT IT, YOUāVE ALWAYS ENVIED ME.ā
We tried to explain that itās literally attached to him.
He hissed so we backed away slowly.
Thereās a naked god running through the trees,
declaring himself āNatureās Purest Expression.ā
We gave him a leaf for dignity.
He used it as a headband.
Whatever...
The gods decided to have a pool party.
But the frog filled it with glitter instead of water.
Now two gods are fighting inside it,
slipping and flailing like stars in a disco meltdown.
No oneās quite sure if theyāre fighting or dancing.
Itās spectacular either way.
At some point, a goddess took my shirt.
Said I looked ābetter without it.ā
Then added sheād keep me warm if I got cold.
She has her bare legs draped across mine now.
I think itās for balance.
She keeps smiling.
I donāt know what that means.
And thenā¦ the heartbreak song.
One god, shirtless, barefoot,
strumming a beat-up guitar
and absolutely sobbing
as he sang a ballad titled:
āEternity, You Whore.ā
It was off-key.
It was powerful.
It summoned three crows and a breakdown.
And me?
Iām sticky, possibly glowing,
and definitely wondering why your name
is carved into the glitter on my thigh.
So if youāre reading this, come.
Bring snacks. Bring wine.
Bring something blessed and fireproof.
But mostly, bring your laugh,
so this ridiculous night finally makes sense.
Yours from beneath a grape assault,
Me
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So I can get arrested by this daddy of a cop,
With his daddy cop walk,
And his daddy cop arms,
And his daddy cop butt, ow!
Cop cuties, cute and on-duty.
I've got my own cuffs, let me lock you up.
They're made of pink fluff, let me lock you up.
Arrest me, but make it sexy.
;)))))))
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I have a dirty mind. And right now you're running through it...naked...
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I think, I just lost my boyfriend...
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I shouldnāt have brought you here.
Not because Iām ashamed.
But because I knew what Iād do to you.
And baby, youād beg for it anyway.
You followed me barefoot, breathless
up crumbling spiral stairs that held
more dust than grace,
more cobwebs than scripture.
And I thought, look at her.
Still thinking this is just a game.
You asked
āWhy the bell tower?ā
Your voice shook from the climb.
Or was it from the way I watched your hips sway with every step?
I answered
āBecause God never looks this high.ā
And thatās when you knew.
You werenāt going to pray up here.
You were going to kneel.
We reached the top.
The cold bit your skin.
But I warmed you with hands that donāt belong to mortals.
My coat slipped off your shoulders.
Your blouse followed.
You gasped when I pushed you to the stone ledge
not hard, just hungry.
Fuck, it's good that you're not tall...
You were trembling already, werenāt you?
I kissed you then.
Softly, gently.
Like a curse disguised as mercy.
Your lips opened for me like theyād been waiting all their life.
You were soaked before I even touched you below.
I ran my hands up your thighs,
slid my fingers under your skirt and whispered
āYou came all the way up here just to be ruined, didnāt you?ā
You nodded.
Good girl.
I lifted you onto the ledge,
your legs around my waist,
your pulse in my teeth.
My cock heavy against your panties,
your wetness already bleeding through the lace.
āYou want to feel God?ā I growled.
And you said it
that little, filthy "yes"
like it was carved from your soul with a dull knife.
So I tore your panties off.
Slid inside.
So slow it was cruel.
You cried out, not from pain
but because it was everything you werenāt supposed to want
and exactly what you did.
And then - BONG.
The bell rang as I bottomed out.
Loud, echoing.
A scream of brass and storm.
You gasped, clung to me,
hips lifting, body arching like a sinner on a stake.
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And I started fucking you like the world needed proof
that Lucifer still knew how to worship
only now, he did it with thrusts instead of hymns.
The bell tolled again.
And again.
Each thrust was a toll.
Each cry from your lips, a psalm Iād never heard sung right
until you.
āDo you feel holy now?ā I whispered against your throat,
as you came around me like light breaking through stained glass.
Your nails raked my back.
Your moans bounced off the tower walls.
Your legs shook, and you whimpered my name
not Lucifer, not Devil, not Monster
but āLukes.ā
Like you loved me for the ruin.
And I did what I always do.
I fucked you harder.
Until the bell was ringing with no hands.
Until your body was limp and pliant,
and your mouth only said āpleaseā and āmore.ā
Until I came inside you
with a growl that made horny pigeons fly from the rafters.
And when it was done,
when your lipstick was ruined and your thighs were trembling,
I picked you up, held you to me and whispered
āYou know what I love about bell towers, kitten?
They echo.
So now the whole damn city knows
what it sounds like when I make you mine.ā
I carried you down in silence.
But your body
still sang with every step.
And heaven?
Couldnāt say a word to stop me.
Not anymore.
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Fourteen was never my favourite numberā¦
But then I met you.
And now as month number three strikesā¦
Suddenly fourteen is my favourite number
And thatās because of you.
With love,
-B
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I've been thinking....
WHY THE FUCK IS MY WHORE NOT GETTING MY MESSAGES?!?!?!
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@King-of-the-Dark donāt be mad, babyy. After May 25th your whore is going to be free of her worries ;)
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@King-of-the-Dark with everything I have going on, the exhausting feeling I haveā¦ my mind just blocked itself and couldnāt think of reply. Sorry ā¤ļø but your whore is here and getting, and reading every single message of yours ;)
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Should I become the Demon King?