⤾ 𝙞𝙙é𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙭𝙚

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𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙮;

chain me with your sinful hands,
now you're committed, i am your crime,

malevolently gaze your dark raven eyes on my lips as I choke into your treacherous fingertips digging in me

ravish me with your fatal temptation as you tie me down in these intoxicating scent of you and me

cage me, bond me into your scandalous concupiscence and let me be your idée fixe.....

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