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Obsession

Love is a writhing mass of tentacles. Its immense and undulating form sits deep in the depths of my core. It constricts me, so everything I am and all that I feel gets pulled back and transmuted into more. It all becomes love. When you're near, I can feel it rising. Hungry arms reach- shoot up into my chest, and move up my throat. It wraps itself around- BECOMES my tongue. I keep my jaws clenched. I bite down for us both, If I try to speak, It will burst forth and grab you- entangle you. It will draw you close, and in, and down. till "us" becomes "I". Until we are both at the center of all-consuming love.

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