lightworks
my flesh…ass & tits
ample in his eyes as determined
by the gleam
my mind…complete with his interests
& his likes…but apparently my
flesh lacks the correct tint.
You…resemble one and think like
the other but…give…feed…like a
completely different animal…a dangerously
sane image of beauty.
And you….want…me.
I can’t handle that…yet I know
She..can’t handle me.
Exclusivity in this episode is
a completely 1-sided affair.
And I…want…to…phuck you.
[I shouldn't...but i conveniently forgot to brand my disclaimer on my ass when you met me.]
