Sending shivers down your spine...
I am your six-winged angel. With wings of black velvet, wings to seduce, wings to misuse. Wings you only wish you had. Wings that will brush slowly, lovingly against your cheek, only to pull away before your fingers can reach a single feather. I will tell you I love you and smile as your tears fail to smudge this lipstick smile. I might love you to death; love you until your forever ends. If love is what you’d call that…
I will be the crimson red thorn in your side. I will be the one to push it in harder and tell you it feels nice. I’ll take you on a trip but only through the lovely parts of hell. The luxury estates floating upside down in the molten river styx. The places you want, the coolest place to be. Make me your God, because I am the closest thing to him you will find on this dark and dismal plane of existence.
Pucker up lovelies, kiss kiss.
I will be the crimson red thorn in your side. I will be the one to push it in harder and tell you it feels nice. I’ll take you on a trip but only through the lovely parts of hell. The luxury estates floating upside down in the molten river styx. The places you want, the coolest place to be. Make me your God, because I am the closest thing to him you will find on this dark and dismal plane of existence.
Pucker up lovelies, kiss kiss.