Lesbian Thoughts of a Dominant [18+]

Warning

I am not a lover.

Atleast not yet.

I am an admirer.

In my point of view, a female is an art, a sculpture which holds the existence of humanity. She is the creator of life.

Her eyes contain a story, her smile contains a speech, her skin is made of the fabric of sensation, her touch speak on her behalf, her biting lips are your signal.

She is an art.

And I'm an admirer.

Oh my love, I will admire your every inch, searching for your every emotion, touching you with a burning desire.

But, I'm obsessed.

I will keep you in a cage, making you mine, mine only. You will moan only my name and you will bare only my marks.

Your lips will be mine, your eyes will be mine, your smile will be mine. Your hair, your chest, your thighs, your legs...everything, you will be mine.

My love is toxic.

You will be drowning in a deep ocean where darkness swirls inside.

You will be blindly love me, falling, believing I will catch you, even when you don't see me.

You will be my fallen angel, whom fallen for demon.

So choose wisely.

One step and.

You're mine.