Summary: There was no beginning or end, everything was cursed.
dams were fresh meat walking and breathing. Food and living fantasy. All the same, nothing special. Only human, the word was derogatory and dirty in my world. Until she arrived, the human beautiful warm eyes, his body and blood tempted me, my animal instincts yelled to quench my thirst with it, my instinct of man stroked the prospect of extracting the clothes in one go and make it mine . Take it, because since I saw her I felt I belonged. Without question, only I did mine. To my surprise, the second time it was she who begged me to possess. There were so many times and all I remember perfectly. I began kissing her soft, warm lips and went to pieces inside, giving pleasure stronger than his prudence could devise. A night out this adventure was that night that my animal instinct could not perish and blood gripped entirely, making life taste dropwise frenzy taking me to the most intense of my life. Died After nothing made sense, was a mere human. Seek another. Sorry I took so long to accept that no one was like her. Two years looking for flavor, or some physical characteristic of a woman found nothing. Looking at other women her lips, her smell and her body. That idiot was not ever find it ... Isabella Swan was my better half, and ironically, I myself leaving squeezed dry and lifeless. Damn life that has no manual, damn scientists have not invented a time machine to go back, damn it to tempt me, damn I like it and cursed by all women who were not her. Damn it all and all, damn the world and the stars, the sky ... damn damn angels returned and not the god who gave no other life. Cursed was everything I played. Damn.
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