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Wenn ich an meinen Vater denke, erinnere ich mich als Erstes an seine Augen.
Sobald er mich anschaute, war ich da, vollkommen lebendig, und nichts konnte mich aus der Ruhe bringen. Solange er mich anschaute, konnte mir nichts passieren.
Von Anfang an waren Vaters Augen unendlich tief, und wenn ich hinein sah in diese Brunnen, da sprachen sie zu mir, und sie erzählten mir viele wunderschöne und seltsam fremdartige Geschichten. Diese hier ist meine.


Two sides of the same story:



About the depth behind our masks:



Beau Cyphre / Art & Photography



Love is a drug, I realize that now, and there's no way out of my misery: I have to do what you want me to do, and you don't need to tell. This is automatic, and so I push you against the wall and spread your legs with one single move. We're sealed in a kiss, but I feel out of my body and seem to be a complete stranger now: A stranger's body possessed by my demon making love to you really old school, and this body fucks you like an animal. This body's mine, this body's me, and this body's also the sun, and I feel your reflecting heat in the same way he does, and finally so close to my orgasm I understand what's meant by the holy and the secret divine things, and our ménage à trois becomes trinity. Lust U always and say a prayer...

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