Run, desire, run this sexual being, run him like a blade to and through the heart no conscience one motive to cater to the hollow. Screaming feed me here fill me up again temporarily pacify this hungering so grow libido throw dominoes of indiscretions down falling all around in cycles, in circles constantly consuming, conquer and devour. Beacuse it's time to bring this fire down bridle all this indiscretion long enough to edify and permanently fill this hollow. Screaming feed me here, fill me up again temporarily pacifying.