Half passed 2 Dying of an eternal bliss that has settled upon my restless soul cooing at the very though of blazing that flame that went so cold for what seems like ages. My feverish temperature is rising at the scale wailing at the feel of being touched again. His hands oozing down my back and cuddling my sorrowed face like I''m his baby. Nestled within his warmth. I can''t let go. I can''t save myself from this whirlpool of intimacy and completion that sucks me in everytime I smell his skin and breath his breath and drown within those lustrous blue gates. I can''t scream and be freed from these ever loving binds. It''s suicide if I uttered a word. Why would I want to? I''m stuck. And I relish at the thought of my vivacious kidnapping. Nothing satiates my hunger more. Than one lethal dose of him.