The crimson of my lips on your flesh, the red burning longing in your heart, I am a fire in your heart, in your eyes.
You are a moth to my flame.
Dark sorceress with an affinity for elegance and sovereignty. Are you worthy of my delicious torment?
Timeline
Fall to your knees so you may feel the bliss of my heel in your mouth.
Your tongue belongs on my boots like a moth to flame.
I stare right through you because you surrendered and let me into your mind.
I have made a home in your thoughts, aren't you lucky?
July 31, 2026 03:44 PM
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Teasing and denying you is a game I find the greatest joy in.
You fold so poetically.
