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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Few know what I have beneath my clothes.
Aren't you so lucky?
You should fear me most when I smile.
Your surrender fills my heart with joy.
You are a blank canvas for me to paint all my desires.
A magical canvas that clears its mind for my brush to create new art over it to my heart's delight.
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