I scribble you little love notes about plots of galactic domination, and the end of the world. I pin them to your body with sharp tacks, like love bites of tender assault; aggravated affection. Each tiny puncture wound is a written confession, a testament… to my literary obsession. Just a little taste of fiction… like a jelly-filled blackhole — a bite-sized submission. I’m just a tiny treat, but I stain your fingers red… when you give me an encouraging, sadistic squeeze. Your sticky prints, all over my sticky notes. Tell tale hints, like your hands wrapped around my quotes — that you enjoy my penned attention.
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