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I love this feeling of luxury
It's like laying in silk or velvet, naked
Closed eyes and the leisurely smile that tells me that he doesn't need me
And it's the caustic bite of my chosen and exaggerated words; I know you're burning with my cruelty.
It's not real and it's not truth - not wise or righteous. But it's precise, luxurious. I love it.
It's like laying in silk or velvet, naked
Closed eyes and the leisurely smile that tells me that he doesn't need me
And it's the caustic bite of my chosen and exaggerated words; I know you're burning with my cruelty.
It's not real and it's not truth - not wise or righteous. But it's precise, luxurious. I love it.