I love how she is a symbol of a goddess. i love her taste. i love her taste in music. i love her taste in style also. i love her class. she is unique. although she is punk, she still wears pearls on a date. she is expensive. I cant help letting myself pamper her. i love her to give her flowers. i lover her to give her gifts. i love her to give her gems and silver. she likes to stray from my touch but she drives me crazy. my love for her is a fountain of black blood. i love her to offer her a glass to drink it the black blood. i lover her to love me too. sometimes she strokes my young beard with her cat claws. it shocks me with need for her. when her soft hand touches my boy cheeks i am embarrassed. i am not worthy of her. but i love her more than my own life. sometimes she kisses me and i feel like i am becoming something important. but i know im just someone she love on the side