I feel my skin blaze with remembrance. My passion spills out in ink over the pages. It is beautiful – a work of art, really. Only one will truly satiate my need. The others lead only to temporary satisfaction. It thrills me with anticipation – finally obtaining my ultimate desire. It has been so long since I was able to touch her smooth soft skin. Years have passed since my lips felt her mouth. I take a deep breath and recall the intoxicating scent of fear mingled with the flowery fragrance of her hair. I run my tongue over my lips and taste the salt of her tears. I crave her and only I will have her. The reward for my patience will not be denied.
I was drawn in by batted eyelashes and shy smiles. I was enticed by innocence, spurred to claim it. I was unable to resist the burgeoning sense of power that washed over me when I took it. But this girl was not innocent – the housekeeper's daughter. She liked it; she wanted it. She tricked me as it seems easy for young girls to do. I can't be blamed that sirens in angelic childlike form lull me into their traps. I'm too close to my dream for these insignificant people to become hurdles I must clear.
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