≡ my heartbeat to your lies

Silken curves deliver the woman across the earth, and the bitch?s spidery gait in no way falls short of the creature that wields it. She is a demon, a transgressor, a sinner, and she is devoted to one thing, and one thing solely. Self-pleasure. Her life is built about the fundamentals of sadism and masochism, interest in other things falling quite short. Like a black widow she prays upon the male race, her indifference to life blatant with each she passes through. She is a lover, true at heart, but never does she deny the chances to spill blood. Twisted, sadistic, infatuated with the things which are hers. The world, which is hers. Where there is life there is the monochromatic harpy, sizzling in her urges, her sensual need, and her only demands to watch life fail, for it is all she has ever seen.

Her bosom, upon which usually rests her onyx serpent, the subtle rise and fall quickens as she begins to boil with excitement. She is not alone. She is presented a gift on the fine day, a woman. A woman that is hopefully no more appreciative of life than the silken babe. However, her disregard does not stop her, no, it draws her forth more, and it brings her into the lights of the sky. Her firm physique winds towards the ghostly other, and a flame ignites in the trollop, ?So alone??

Speech.