Melania Sakurai
Melania. Mystical writer.
"Your wet mouth would suck in my skin"
A clash of souls born of the same cosmic embryo
"I could feel... a lust like a wound"
"The way you kiss my skin has subdued my soul to you"
Drenched in melted syrup, your lips suck in
That piece of silk would cover your hips in translucency
"In your room... only you exist here"
Only the soul is able to feel such carnal erotic bliss
Your shivers almost move through me, into me
"I'm proud of you, without you, it would make no sense"
I pulled your soft skin down, and under, a rose like blood
"My skin hurts, I'm shaking and I've drank too much..."
You said "Hello... Hi...", your car keys in your hand
Gentle massage into the hips... letting your tension just melt down
Almost flowing, just not yet, your eyes searching me to hold you
"No touch could calm it, no drink, no sleep..."
"My scars remember, my sword defines..."
I could melt your whole strength with that
The pulse under, I could feel it with my hand
"Oh, you're so tight, baby..."
"Your body opens to my call, it knows before you think"
"My body aches, between my thighs my flesh is ripe..."
Sensitive like a wound, every move hurts you
I will suck out your last drop of honey... I love you just so much
I drank your first drop, then a river flew on you, like sea foam
I arrived too late or too early?...
"Scorching blood fills my way, can you feel it?"
I guard my King, I guard my crown
In an ephemeral delirium, our lives are burning
I'm Melania... and I made them pigs