Day: March 17, 2026

For my personal slave There he lies at my feetmy little slave,as if he’s lived there for yearsFallen from the

The bull Hear the sound of my bullas it whizzes along its pathand ends with the soundof sizzling passion Hear

You are completely… mine! He is searching for himself, for his other self,to make him whole.He sees himself reflected in

Among the undergrowth Searching among the undergrowthshe makes her own waythrough intertwined branchesHer breath sends a mist drifting downover the

Like a whisper There he sat, humbly kneelinghis blue eyes betrayed fearand a visible sorrowleft his eyes, without tearsThe tears