Author S. K. Nicholas

These daydreams strangle me with a passionate grasp, they clutch me till breathlessness takes over and leave me just as I am about to die of ecstasy. If I could, my hands would run all over your body and soul alike till I’ve stripped you off naked because beauty and sin need to fuse into each other till they’ve become one. They can never be separated, for that would be one casualty I cannot afford. These desires run deeper than you can ever imagine or understand. Volcanic eruptions and midnight fog pales in comparison to what we are. The entire universe starts and ends at our feet. We’re grand yet mediocre. Steeped into the seas of profaneness. If the gods ever tear at my flesh, they’ll find crimson perversion. I don’t claim to be an ordinary human whose life is spent doing the same old acts patterned in pedantic squares…