I Love You
The moment I saw him, I was entranced; like a cobra swaying to the music of its master. The way he held himself, the way he spoke; socool and calming, and the way his eyes gleamed. The emotions that surged inside them. And the one that stood out the most was greed.
When he set us free, he gave us a home and life. I knew then that I would help him get whatever he wanted. Before I knew it I was in his arms, our bodies intertwined. As he moved within me, he spoke sweet words that made my heart soar. When we were finished I asked him to hold me, and he did. He held me, kissed me, and spoke those sweet words again. I felt so loved.
But he has other women. Not one woman alone can satisfy him. But he comes to me. And it's always the same. He would stroke, kiss, and have me. With his voice honey thick and savage he will say those sweet words, and I believe them.
I love him.
The foundation for my love is a sin; lust.
Every time we lay there, my head resting on his chest, my fingers drawing lazy circles on the strange markings that sit on his collar and go over his shoulders and join on his lower back, I force myself not to say those three words. I worry how he would react to these three simple words. Would he leave and not look back… or not come back?
That is why I can't tell him those three simple words; those words that mean every thing to me, and nothing to him.
"I love you, Greed."
And in my dreams he answers me.
"I love you too, my lovely."
But you never gain anything unless you give something in return. That is what I have learned in this cruel world. And there is nothing in the world that you can give to make a dream come true.
The End