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From: Adrian Mailenna <MrJackboots@gmail.spamfree.null>
NNTP-Posting-Date: Thu, 7 Apr 2005 05:18:57 +0000 (UTC)
Subject: {ASSM} Lovers Die Together (Drunk-ish flash mindfuck)
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Date: Thu,  7 Apr 2005 08:10:05 -0400
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The best lovers die together. That's what they say, right? Lovers die 
together. It's the only way to live.

Love is about life, about sharing it and making it, but fucking is about 
death, about that moment when you lie there with your mind fucked out 
and your legs not working and the whole world perfectly clear. So you 
hold a little closer and share the sense of wonder, the stuff you see 
when you nearly died but you lived to tell the story. The key is the 
pure fuck, the gay fuck or the les fuck, the face fuck or the ass fuck, 
anything but the plain fuck, because that is the life fuck and lovers 
die together.

The best fuck is the mind fuck, the trust fuck, where nobody hurts but 
everybody dies, when life is big but death is bigger. So you kill her 
with your body or she kills you with her own, because you're getting 
slick from her and sick from her or maybe something thick from her... 
You just surrender on the edge of death, because lips can say no, but 
bodies say yes and eyes say I love you, and either way you're dead, so 
it doesn't really matter. It's delicious, infectious, agony and love, 
through the hands and the hips and the cock or the steel, the lips and 
the breath and the teeth and the tongue. And the world fades black, 
because this is the trust-fuck, the mind fuck, the love-fuck and the 
death-fuck, and lovers die together.

So she's too hot to handle but it's too cold to leave, so you lay there 
and bathe in unknowable pleasure and unspeakable sin. It's soft as a 
dream and so hard it's real, a surrender, a conquest, an honor and a 
shame. You hold a little closer and you fuck a little harder and you 
stretch a little tighter so you groan a little louder and you just can't 
stop. The ultimate seduction is death and resurrection; you're racing to 
destruction because love is just consumption, and you can't be born 
together until you've fallen dead.

The pain becomes a rapture now, as your soul begins to bleed; your body 
lights afire and your spirit's hot with need. Life is one and even 
sicker, God it feels now even thicker, breathing comes a whole lot 
quicker, so bite her skin to taste her sweat, and mark her now without 
regret. You're dying in your perfect trust, caught up in that feral 
lust, holding out for one more thrust...

And lovers die together. It's the only way to live.

-- 
-Adrian Mailenna
 Viva La Petite Mort!
 www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/adrian_mailenna/www/

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