This is not a love song ....

I sleep uneasily this night, the demon Love comes to me dreaming, and his
cruellest darts pierce me full through the heart. His face I know well, this dark
monster - I have held him in my arms a thousand, a million times. I have kissed
away his fears, this boy; felt him move within me, this man. And now, body
wracked with fever, mind clouded, heart uncertain, I stand within the keenest
trap - my freedom. Spiderweb walls of delicate gossamer, yet they burn as
liquid fire coursing over skin as I touch them. They yield, but do not break, and
in yielding wrap tight around me, choking my breath as the poison thorns of his
love choke my heart. And so, in my dreams, I kneel at his feet, and curl around
him, and entwine his body in mine, and swear never again to leave him; my
monster, my master, my manstar, my man....

Solitaire.
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