≡ my heartbeat to your lies

Words beat themselves into her skull, twisting, turning, and devouring her thoughts, washing them in the other?s sin. Her supple and elegant frame all that the achromatic woman needs to feel enthralled. Such an omnipotent creature like Brinshana, falling into the grasps of earthly desires, and she loathes the lack of stability to deny it all. Discharging herself from the presence of the ethereal goddess before her must only be sinful. How can she deny such a rapturous mortal her own presence? The colorless whore is perfect. No other word better exemplifies her own assessment.

?Perfectly? Indulge me my nameless empyrean,? dripping off her tongue in angelic musing, her words are formed only for this harpy, for none have been so established in their standings. Luscious curves aspire to demolish the abhorrent space between them. Remarkable. Simple remarkable. Her tongue darts from inky lips and exposes more treachery, unleashes her turmoil, and completes her indulging words, ?Is silence your pleasure, or is it something more interesting?? She is clear, unmasked, and open. Her mind?s innermost thoughts being poured unto Lucrecia, and she does not hesitate to stop before her, waiting for the possible catastrophe that is both their venomous encounter and the downpour of the heavens.

When I am Queen I will insist

with perfect scars upon my wrists