[D-G] to Dracula

[Gondo -Minnie]

Love making is physical. It is an art in itself. By emerging from my nighty bed I realize how much truth there is, in this ... statement, everytime you woke up during the night, and I saw you delicately climbing on my neck, little beast, I heard the noise, the disturbance in the animal strata when i exploded your skull instinctively under my thumbs, creeping on me mad.
 
What were you doing on my neck this morning?
 
 
art is not as powerfull as the lust with which i speed this letter to you Count  Dracula. And you knew it until i killed you and the strata, disturbed, made a sad reproach when I woke away from your devastated ego , when I left you and went to the brisk space of the fresh dawn.

		
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