You and I we have a love/hate relationship don’t we? You love me because I know you so very well but for that same reason you hate me. You stare at me just wishing you wanted to fuck me, but sadly for you, your lust lies elsewhere. It took me just a few hours to completely figure you out.
You still run to me, I’m the only one you can confess your sins to. Is it a confession when I already know or when I help you sin in the name of twisted lust?
You’re confused because you can’t digest what you really are? Come to me because I know and understand. I’m your “depraved and immoral” girl. When you’re alone at night, you’re the most exposed and fragile, I’m the one to run to. Your perversions have a home and a safe haven with me.
Come out to play.