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If I could give you a name, I would call you Ares. In Ancient Greek ἀρή (are) means "ruin" and throng of battle. In fact, nobody likes you. They don't acknowledge you. They fear you and prattle on about your personality. They say that you are reckless, bloodthirsty and brutal.
But you are so soft and delicate with me. You treat me as if I am an angel. It seems as if you are a man who won't show this side to anyone other than me.
You are completely the opposite with me. Even in the very intimate circumstances you appear such a pliable, ductile man to me.
You give me what I couldn't receive from the very first man that I saw when I opened my eyes. The trust that was never given to me as good as one gets, since I met you, you returned that favour.
Your brutality and undying thirst for strife excites me. It's your dark side that makes my soul unholy to depart in the Paradise.
Perhaps it will end up in Hell, in the nether world. Somewhat I would find joy in thinking impiously and irreligiously about you every moment of my soul's stay in the lower world.
Could it be profane to be in love with such suave , well-proportioned and robust man? You are majestic, strong, virile and noble. It is not my fault. It's just what fate decided for me.
I love you, I adore you, I'm devoted to you and I'm deeply infatuated of you.
My lover, my Ares, I give you my heart, my body, my innocence and soul for you to use however and whenever you want.
To my lover.
-K.M