The Elusive Luna

Deep down, you always knows when things are wrong. The soul never lies and neither does the heart. That ingrained intuition that sets off screaming alarm bells inside your head should never be mistaken or ignored. He is my erroneous mistake and I shouldn't even think about it. I unheeded the loud blatant honesty my head keeps telling me. I silenced my keen suspicion about him. I dismissed every warning, every prickle of hair on the back of my neck, every danger signs that flashed in front of my eyes. 

I ignored everything. 

I took notice of nothing. 

And I can't blame myself for that since I listened to nothing except the throb of my cunt! 

However, cunts are stupid. You cannot trust a stupid cunt. They cheat. They lie. They tell you to ignore the blinding white light of truth that shines straight in your face. 

Intoxicating... that's what he is! He's delicious poison that courses through my veins and flows inside me

When he looks at me, kisses me, touches me, fucks me...