You belong to me the way blood belongs to the vein.

We are all human. We make mistakes, we lose our way, we do things we wish we could undo. But mistakes are not the measure of who we are. They are moments, not definitions. What lasts is the fact that we continue, that we grow, that we refuse to be reduced to the worst thing we’ve

You will thank me for the darkness once you learn it keeps you mine.

Even on the days you feel like you are barely holding on, you are doing more than enough. I am proud of you for making it through today, and I will be proud of you again tomorrow. Survival itself is proof of your strength, and the fact that you are still here is everything.

I will love you where the light dares not go, in the quiet ruin where angels have turned their faces away. My touch will bind you sweeter than mercy, my lips will mark you deeper than sin. You are not free of me, nor would you wish to be, in my embrace you are both lost and

Come closer, baby. Let me hold the parts of you that ache, the parts you try to hide. I want your devotion pressed against my skin, your surrender written in the way you breathe for me. There is nothing more pure, nothing more dangerous, than the way I love you. I can break you

There is nothing pure about the way I love. It is temptation woven into every breath, a sacred ruin that binds you tighter the more you try to resist. My devotion is not gentle, it is a hunger that claws at the soul until there is nothing left untouched. To be mine is to be

Our love is a unholy corruption, burning where purity cannot survive. I am the forbidden fruit you choose to taste every time.

Tell me the sacrilege you worship in secret. I will answer with a liturgy of want and a kiss that binds. I will consecrate the dark that lives inside you and claim it. Forever. Blasphemed. Ours.

Who is mommy’s good boy?

My love is not gentle, it is ruin dressed in ribbons and pink. I taste like sin, and you drink me anyway. Every kiss feels like a curse you begged for, every touch a possession you cradle as holy. You do not want salvation. You only want mommy, and our eternal damnation.

You are more than the doubts in your head. You are more than the misunderstandings of others. Your worth has never been up for debate. There is beauty in your existence, in the way you continue to breathe, to feel, to hope. So let this be your reminder, you are enough as you

Darling, you don’t need to think. You just need to give yourself to mommy and let me decide what you deserve.

I don’t want the version of you the world claps for. I want the one you keep chained in the basement of your soul, the one with blood on its hands and shadows in its eyes. Show me the monsters you hide in your darkness, the pieces you swore no one would ever touch. I will not

Bring me the parts of you you’re afraid to speak. Lay down the words you’ve hidden and the things you think would drive me away. I won’t flinch. I won’t look for the pretty version. I will touch what is real. Show me the shadows that live behind your eyes. Show me the truth

My hands are scripture, my mouth a curse, and somewhere between mercy and hunger You learn that my love was never gentle. It was possession dressed in pink and lace.

Come closer. Show me the parts of you the world refused to touch. The pieces that tremble when love gets too near. Let me see the darkness you hide behind careful eyes. I will not flinch. I have my own shadows, and they recognize yours. There is nothing you could reveal that I

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