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?
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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.
July 28, 2026 04:45 PM
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I tease you the way a flower blooms in spring.
I open up and lure you to me only to keep you as my servant perpetually.
I sit atop your mind, weaving my fingers through your thoughts the way I flip through and annotate a book.
Your complexities and desperation inspire me.
