You keep asking me to let you see my private room of portraits.
Ofc baby. But, are you sure you're not gonna get flustered when you watch a number of erotic portraits of yourself?
You are a failure if no body loves you. Your existence doesn't matter. Your presence is infuriating. Every breath you take is a burden to this creation. You deserve to rot alive.
Seduction beneath the seductress moon on the seas of his languishing lover's skin, her sensual curves high upon the horizon of his eyes within the stars. It was done, the night was over.. day had won, but not before the moon kissed the ocean to a rising sun.
He's got the pleasant scent of jasmine and blueberries just on his fingertips.
I hate flowers.
God created angels under cherry blossoms trees and lemon leaking clouds.
I hate lemons.
He's got wings made of cotton and drenched in snow white acrylic paint.
I hate snow.