Enveloped by a cloud of black, disgusting disdain. Fighting off images of what will never be. The merciless persona that people call me. Shroud me in your toxic love, make it go away. Lead me into temptation, clothe me in dismay. Endless reveries are a mirroring image of what I crave. The lost little girl you see can never be saved. I am not the kind of girl that says no when something normal is before me. The way Mateo looked at me, the feeling of his beating heart under my sweaty palm made my belly stir to life all while Caesar, my first love, continued his delicious assault on my breasts with those rough hands of his. Oh, his hands, how they will forever be engrained into the deepest ruts of my brain. But he left. Caesar abandoned me and Mateo to ourselves as we fell prey to the demons of lust.
