I can feel the tenderness of her skin through the knife, as if it were an extension of my sense of touch. My body nearly convulses. There’s something incredibly faint, deep down, that screams to resist this uncontrollable pleasure. But I can already tell that I’m being pushed over the edge. I can’t…I can’t stop myself.
-Natsuki
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PoetryI don't own anything all of these poems are from Dan Salvato (thank you so much for creating DDLC). Anyways ENJOY!
