Sinful-Angell's Blog

Pin me down on the ground with the weight of your body. Clutch my hands tightly, held high above my head. Whisper softly in my ear the things you desire to do to me. Strip what is left of my innocence. Stretch my Eden open and fill it with your corruption. Your satisfaction needn't be the end of my calamity. My body, nothing more than your plaything to explore and abuse. Yet my soul, still loved without conditions.