{"id":831,"date":"2011-01-27T06:46:05","date_gmt":"2011-01-27T03:46:05","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.puremassacre.com\/?p=831"},"modified":"2011-01-27T06:57:35","modified_gmt":"2011-01-27T03:57:35","slug":"satisfaction-threshold","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.puremassacre.com\/?p=831","title":{"rendered":"Satisfaction threshold."},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-832  aligncenter\" title=\"dark\" src=\"http:\/\/www.puremassacre.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/01\/naladark-270x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"216\" height=\"240\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.puremassacre.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/01\/naladark-270x300.jpg 270w, https:\/\/www.puremassacre.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/01\/naladark.jpg 314w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 216px) 100vw, 216px\" \/><\/p>\n<p><strong>A touch of yellow and a taste of red, my body is numb from the bottom of my soul to my exposed chest. Touch, taste, and smell. A sheet of silk wrapped around my head. I sound dark and lust the feeling of breathless. There\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a sun-kissed fire burning in my lungs. Smell the scent.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #800000;\"><strong>A touch of grey and a taste of black, my heart is charcoal and the blood oxygenating my heart is poor. Touch the beat. Taste the blood. In a white dream my skin is silk. With a moon that&#8217;s lonely and my lips soft, my color \u00c2\u00a0becomes satin red. Flushed cheeks, warm hands and the fire is still burning strong. Smell the scent.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;\"><strong>A touch of color against my chest, A taste of water wetting my dry sins. I am a paralysis of the mind, and you are the thief of a restless night.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #993300;\">To my heart,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>I never stop loving and my eyes never stop giving.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>To my black soul,<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\">Do not be ashamed if you are left standing alone &#8211; just satisfy your threshold.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A touch of yellow and a taste of red, my body is numb from the bottom of my soul to my exposed chest. Touch, taste, and smell. A sheet of silk wrapped around my head. I sound dark and lust the feeling of breathless. There\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a sun-kissed fire burning in my lungs. Smell the scent. [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.puremassacre.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/831"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.puremassacre.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.puremassacre.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.puremassacre.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.puremassacre.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=831"}],"version-history":[{"count":8,"href":"https:\/\/www.puremassacre.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/831\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":838,"href":"https:\/\/www.puremassacre.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/831\/revisions\/838"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.puremassacre.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=831"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.puremassacre.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=831"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.puremassacre.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=831"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}