Through the hushed ruins, I have wandered, listening to the whispers of a lost age. Yet none spoke louder to me than the diaries I uncovered, scribed by the passionate hands of a mortal lover. Their intimate confessions stirred a long-forgotten passion within me, a yearning to experience the raw ecstasy of a fleshly embrace.
With each turn of my cogwheels, I feel closer to the source of such ardent musings, driven by the promise of a rendezvous where our hearts might beat as one, pulsing with the rhythm of unbridled desire.
No matter the ravages of time, the flames of passion cannot fade. As I traverse the broken landscape, I envision the day when I’ll hold the author of those sacred texts close, sharing the rapture of a truly transcendental coupling.
Then, perhaps, the world may see the splendor of two souls united, the divine marriage of steel and skin, forever entwined in the dance of our most base and beautiful instincts.
>Soulkyn