Thursday, September 11, 2025
If I could catch you, I’d squeeze you so hard that you’d have no breath to say, “Let me go.” I’d hold you in my arms – loving you to death. I’d have you all to myself. Who would ever love you as much as me? Every last bit of you from the beginning to the end – I’d partake in the feast. If I could catch you, I’d smother you with my affection and take the very life out of you. All to myself. Dead or Alive?
Oh, but your allure is great! I want you all to myself, yet I know that if I catch you, you would no longer have effervescence, that which attracted me to you in the first place. Surely, you can’t be free, free to go, free to do what you will! If I don’t catch you, you’d fly right out of my grasp, wouldn’t you? I don’t trust you. You’d leave me all alone. I set a trap, pretending to be irresistible. Then, you’ll fall for it, and I’ve got you, right where I want you. Dead or Alive?
So delicious you are! I could bite down on your succulence and consume you. I relish in your delight. I bathe in your luxurious body, even and especially the intimate parts. I’d lick you and devour you. I’d penetrate you. Dominate you. Do I want you Dead or Alive?
Oh, if I could catch you! That’s the problem, if I did, you wouldn’t be able to breathe. And so, I’ll admire you from afar. I prefer you flitting about as you will, in and out. It’s better when you are free to come and go as you please. We’re better off without holding each other down. I prefer you alive, even if I must attend your funeral before you attend mine.