≡ my heartbeat to your lies

Her existence, nay, their existence is something so succulent and while they are creatures the saints would rebuke, they are creatures placed together so efficaciously. Her breath is draws evenly, and yet her heard ricochets in her chest, each powerful beat quickening and tearing more violently through her corpse. O how it aches; O how she loves it! Lucrecia is so delectable, her mere breath upon the blanched face of Brinshana is enough for the heterochromatic fiend to feel her most adamant fire yet.

Her lyrics were like a divine symphony. So well composed, orchestrated to perfection, swathed in passion, and yet there was a violent tremor only the white Queen could come to find alluring. Only she could feel the trembling need to satiate her lust with the woman. So perfect, so right, so abusive it was to stand at her side and breath in her divine scent. There was silence from the babe, her eyes swimming only with fervent passion and laborious ache. With due haste her demanding and lovingly intrusive partner would brief a question, and it would ascend from lips. Brinshana's lips would tilt into a cruel, coy, smile and she would sing for her bird, "If you so long to know, feel it, feel it slam against my bones, feel the indention you've made upon it," Her salacious tones would draw closed as the bitch turned her head into the touch of the lovely Lucrecia. She attempts to press her chest towards the girl and a kiss directs itself to lovingly move into Lucrecia's nape. Distance was something that had become quite intolerable.

When I am Queen I will insist

with perfect scars upon my wrists