Fierce pet

Known for destroying hearts, I gave my bitterness to chance.

I allowed my dreams to be shattered countless times.

I looked for love, but found none but my own, so I embraced my female and she cast me into the shadows.

I was served and loved by servants and masters and felt visceral love in the form of very detailed warnings. My emotions turned black and the sweetness was gone.

I became a woman and nothing human arouses passion in me.

I used the sex of good and cruel men and cleansed myself of them all. I energize myself solely and exclusively from my own essence.

Usually those who experience it, days later become conflicted by its wickedness or ecstatic by its honesty.

I savor passions like rare and succulent meats but I don't care about natures.

I will know things and you will never know how I know.

Don't want to have me as an enemy, do yourself a favor and propose self-pity.

Yes, they were just performances because I love ominous games.

But with those who show themselves to me, I delight and let my guard down. They enter my temple and my home, eat my food, sleep in my bed, linger and serve my own soul with pleasure, do not count the hours and still grow stronger.

They read me like chords and sheet music because I give them that power.

I use what is necessary to get me back on my feet and I discard them when they are no longer useful to me. The wheel turns, everything is renewed. Until honor exorcises me.

Music me and know that among all my advantages, my intuition is my most fierce pet.

I obey it faithfully.

A tip for the broken sweetnesses that for some reason fell here:

"- the honorable always bow to deliver the last look full of sweetness without any ferocity."

B'Gio