SEND IN A ❝❞  and my muse will tell you one of the following after a random number generation.

                how apollo’s hands tremble;                cradling shattered technology as if he were                ——————— consoling the SUN;                his one, trustworthy means of escape amounting now                to little more than a shattered screen of g l a s s                & the abhorred essence of death,                                             ” —- I think I broke it. “

Send me § and my muse will react to yours pushing them against a wall and kissing them.

                primadonna princess,                what big TEETH you have;                fear the instinctive,                human reaction as soon                as her mouth comes near him;                ———- that dwindles in the                face of masculine,                lusted w a n t                because he’s never                tasted something so..                                       SALACIOUS.                forbidden, predatory.                she his poignant eve                                              no,                                       ———-    rather                the apple, hade’s fabled                pomegranate seeds that                will no doubt imprison him                as soon as he surfaces                to her affections.                hands tangling into gold,                twisting, knotting,                     unraveling.                her bite stimulating ———                dulled senses with a lascivious                      TOUCH that throbs                 through his lower lip as it bruises                under the attention.                until he finally regains enough                cognisance to pull back.                head lolling against                a plaster wall.                                 ” Do I .. " a heavy exhale, " want to know what that was about, or? “

Send me § and my muse will react to yours pushing them against a wall and kissing them.

                       heavenly, impassioned, caramel, f i r e                       ————-    such is the taste of her;                       childhood friend & supernatural ally,                       an illusion of beautiful m a d n e s s                       finely accented in red                       & a banshee’s smile ——-                       who takes, and takes, and takes..                       mouth an underestimated weapon                       gilded in experience,                       glossed, poisonous                       every expelled breath stolen                       with a tongue uninvited.                             AND he bends to her control, naturally                       ———————           at first.                       tongue a greedy, gluttonous force                       as it bathes in previously unexamined                       c a v e r n s; moist, warm.                       chest cavity burning because he                       can’t quite catch                                         his                                         BREATH.                                              who, upon releasing, rests a hand                       on her waist as if she may just ————                                                            disappear.                                  “ Yeah, ” a thick swallow, hesitant,                                                                  nervous.                          “ That, uhm.. ” eloquent.