. You, the little Seraphim,
Progeny of the immaculate
Awaiting your escarpment. Feeding from the latent,
And begging for curios
I've assumed thy shape I feel the itch of lesser beings
Their wing'd hands scratch
As I am pressed to you
Forever. Go home He knows he should turn it off and delete it, but he can’t. She says it was the most intense orgasm she has ever had in her entire young life