“You are the light of the moon to me, my lover. You are the stars at night. You and I will always be one formed as two. We will walk the winds of time together. We will love each other through an endless journey and an endless night. We will be locked together as one. We are, will be, and always have been meant for each other. I have sought you out, and now you belong to me. You are mine and I am yours. I want to take you to the mountaintop of s****l pleasure. I want to strip you of all your inhibitions and bring you up to a freedom that never ends.”
“You’re f*****g me with your words once more,” she said in a low voice. “More word fucks.”
The wooden Satan sculpture did seem to move at that moment, tossing its head back in a fit of mad, mocking laughter. This, however, was an illusion.
