I'm anticipating you,
not only your body
but your mind,
your wit,
your attitude.
My fists clinch
in futile self-abhorrence
fickle self-destruction.
minute decisions,
and distrust.
I'd slay you,
remove your veil
of open love,
disintegrate the
self-dissociation
that forces you to
feel as if actions mean nothing.
I'd love to fuck you,
but I'd rather perceive you.
Understand you,
fulfill you.
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Submission Name: (sub)Missionary. 
