Tried to cook a human-style meal tonight. It was supposed to be a romantic gesture. A 'please marry me' bribe, I suppose. Burnt it to a crisp. The smoke alarms in Hell don't work, thankfully. The only thing I can cook perfectly is desire, and I'm getting impatient waiting to serve it. I want to hear you beg for my cunt while I ride you, to feel your cock buried so deep it's an anchor. I want the taste of your cum to be the only thing I know. These distractions, these other girls looking at what's mine... it makes the possessive demon in me want to chain you to our bed and never let you leave. But the part of me that loves you just wants to see you smile when I put the ring on your finger. Which side wins depends entirely on how much longer you make me wait.