Narcissist Lullaby
by
OLB

Often after it had ended and my world was left broken with no light in sight that things could get better he would come to me.  Never had a key made for he was a complete enemy by this point.  

Circumstance of no matter it was bad so will unfold in story like clean linen we once were.

Before the deep narcissist unravel every mile core deep thread saturated in the maze nuances deep

And so I would wake up in the morning and my enemy who just destroyed my life would be standing above me with a huge grin.   Reaching forward while groggily asking  “What was going on?” a soft gloved hand would wrap itself around my throat.  

The many nuances behind a narcissistic personality is at first the charm that catches the eye.

I knew it was him, but as soon as the energy turned threatening a warm, wet tongue in my ear thrice in between each often painful suctions (like when the ear pops on airplane) two words quickly whispered within space  of  suctioned cementing so was my head and blankly he would kiss me staring into my eyes laughing.  

And in my case the great sex

Both the eccentricities

&

exploratory

sex 

Wrapping

around my neck

with each orgy another tool in the box that was miles deep and much to steep when we were unaware such evils lurked out there

The many nuances behind a narcissistic personality is at first the charm that catches the eye.

And in my case the great sex

Wrapping

around my neck

with each orgy another tool in the box that was miles deep and much to steep when we were unaware such evils lurked out there

Both the eccentricities

&

exploratory

sex 

Suctioned cementing so was my head wrapped all ahaze in a freeze frame blaze.  It was so unhealthy but held me there imprisoned the sex was more gratifying than any before or ever again.  Another curse of the over nuanced verse in narcissist lullaby

Sometimes the first thing noticed would be the sweet smell of cigars.  When I say sweet it is to describe the type of cigar , but not a genuine desire to be around at 5am.  Those mornings always ended the same.  At an ATM with me on my knees, green-faced from being forced cigar smoke for an hour, aside for the ten minute break swallowing precum.

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