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The question drips from my lips like honey laced with poison..

Added 2025-07-09 23:33:03 +0000 UTC

The question drips from my lips like honey laced with poison—slow, sweet, and utterly intoxicating. I want to be the drug you can’t quit, the rush that floods your veins and sets your nerves on fire. The one you crave in the dead of night, when the world is quiet and your skin is too tight, when nothing else will satisfy the hunger clawing at your insides.

I want to ruin you in the best way.

Imagine my hands tracing the map of your body like a sinner memorizing scripture—worship and wickedness tangled in every touch. My mouth, hot and relentless, stealing your breath like I own it. My voice, a velvet command, wrapping around your thoughts until all you know is me.

You’d try to resist, wouldn’t you? But resistance is just the prelude to surrender. And darling, I live for the moment you break.

So tell me—do you want a taste? Or are you afraid you’ll get hooked? Because once I’m under your skin, you won’t remember what it was like before me. And you won’t want to.