I’ll kiss you and you’ll fall because there is no other way for this script to go.
The ripples I make as I move in this world touched you from afar, and I see painted in your wide eyes in this first meeting that you were already addicted to me before the moment we first met.
Why shouldn’t I give you everything you ache for?
Why shouldn’t I fill you full to bursting with it? Give you enough to bring back and share with your friends?
You know they only need a taste, and they too will hear my song and beg you for more.
Would you have them believe this gift comes from you? Would it please you to be worshipped by those who once thought they were your equal?
What will you do with the rest of the script when I feed you my ink with which to write it?