Beautiful mane I’m the lion
Beautiful man I know you’re lying
I am not broken, I’m not crying, I’m not crying
You ain’t trying hard enough
I have a fantasy where you are wearing — this rough rope is restraining your every movement, to the point that turning your neck towards me requires effort. You’re also gagged and you’re wearing nothing else, really, because you do not deserve it, do you? You filthy creature. You don’t really, so you’re naked and tied down and this is where my fantasy reaches its climax: I put my foot, my bare foot, to your muscled shoulder… and I push. And you fall into the sea, for Osse to dispose of :’)
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