ᴶᵒᵘʳⁿᵃˡ ᴱⁿᵗʳʸ: ᴵ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏ ⁱ'ᵛᵉ ᵍᵒⁿᵉ ᵐᵃᵈ.

We met only recently. I must it, ever since our paths crossed, something ignited within me.

These fleeting intimacies do nothing to curb my appetite for you. It's an insatiable hunger that consumes me whole, and my endless wanting leaves me weak, desperate, yearning for every detail of your existence.

Oh, how this desire devours my thoughts.

I long to unravel the depths of your being, to understand the intricacies that make you who you are. My mind is consumed by the need to know your secrets, your dreams, your fears.

I am driven to madness by the thought of not having every piece of you.

Am I wrong for craving more?

My endless wanting leaves me powerless, a slave to obsession. Each moment without you is a descent into madness. I ache to bridge this divide, to surrender myself to your intoxicating allure.

In the depths of night, I am lost in fantasies of possession and pain. Our souls merging in a twisted dance, blurring pleasure and suffering. Our desires intertwining in a perverse sanctuary.

The anticipation of discovering the depths of your mind torments me, yet it excites me with an intensity that drives me to the brink.

Then again, it also fuels the fear that I am losing myself in an illusion.

These dark desires are undeniable, consuming, relentless. You are a reflection of my twisted soul. Our connection defies reason, descending into madness.

I fear I may be losing my sanity.

This desire to know you, to understand you, has taken hold of my mind, leaving me questioning my own stability.

Am I deluding myself?

Is this hunger for knowledge only one-sided, a figment of my own imagination?

The doubt gnaws at me, whispering that I may be chasing shadows, longing for a connection that exists only within the recesses of my own mind.

I hope to confront the madness that accompanies the irresistible desire to know everything about each other, even if the outcome may not align with my fervent hopes.

And yet, I must it that letting go is an empty promise for me, for I have never been one to release my grip on what I desire.

It is a tormenting realization, trapped within the paradox of wanting to know you and accepting that it may never be.

Yours, eternally consumed,

R.V.B