Auto-erotic asphyxiating whilst gazing lustfully at his own reflection,
Narciso was in disbelief at his own perfection.
No need for a partner when you are an Adonis yourself.
why ruin the fun of self-adoration by including someone else.
His arrogance was unmatched, but he was apathetic, why would he care when he was such a fine catch? Delusion ran wild for he was convinced his weak chin was chiseled, clearly confusion corroded him as he believed he was a leopard when he was more similar to a lizard.
Narciso wrote his own fate that day
he passed his last mirror and became too aroused,
his face was still torn apart by shards of glass
when the paramedics arrived at his house.
In his passion, he had mistaken his reflection for the real thing,
so caught up in masturbating that he hardly felt the blood dripping.
With skin ripped, like meat cut by a butcher's blade, he was committed, still entranced by the thought of how handsomely he was made.
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