You see her beauty... I see a wounded soul.. Yet you still want her on her knees... You see her pretty.. I see her eyes telling a story of survival.. Yet you still want her to beg for her life... You look at her and your thoughts are only about instincts and desires of her pleasuring you.... and you... and you again..... I see a sick heart that learned to beat stronger through the suffering... Careful...
An1, 2024