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Sorry for the wait

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The days have been long and nights even longer, my cravings and hunger have only grown stronger, the desire to feast and be full, the beast within rages like a bull, yet the your eyes look, reading me like a book, without fear you step near, knowing you could be harmed, you hold me close, wrapping me in your arms, the old me is comatose, he died by the deadliest weapon known to man, the only weapon that breeds both war and art, it is the weapon that is the human heart, as an angel of death I have yet to understand, but I can feel your heart within my hands, such a valuable treasure, depending on my decisions, I will cause it pain or pleasure, it seems I must adjust my vision, to truly see what I hold, to some my hand is empty, to others I hold the world, but for me this love is plenty, as long as I hold this girl, whether we fly in the sky during storms, fight while in flight, or hold each other to keep warm, we always find the right balance, it is somewhat of a talent, to kill and revive, love and hate, feel heaven and hell, while being hung by fate, you once helped me survive, when I once had fell, keeping my head above water, you are who I wish to be the mother of my daughter, so lets start with a kiss, and see where it leads, I will fill you with bliss, as well as my seed..

He leaned forward with a smirk and pressed his lips against hers softly while wrapping his arms around her waist and trapping her within his embrace. "Forgive me dear for working late. Darling I love you, I'm so sorry for the wait."
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