I own you. The exchange of blood has assurred me of my complete and unyielding control. It is as the moon and sun, ever present and without remorse for its rising. It simply is. Just as I can summon you to me and wind my fingers in the threads of your desire and lust, so can you - and have you - touched me. I have taken your blood, that metallic and spicy hiss of heat that pulses so strongly in your veins. I crave your taste. While you may fight the impulse, relying upon the stubborness of your will, or perhaps the contempt you feel for my absence, you still feel that bond. It is our card. It is the tie that binds. Your distance, your other relationships are just an echo to that bond. I will always be with you.
2/18/2005
Exchange of Blood - Bloodrights
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