You Poppers Dependent Junkie, I’m Talking To You
I draw deeply on my cigarette, the embers glowing like your pathetic desire. My inked skin tells tales of conquests, my pierced lip a promise of pain. Watch closely, slave— I tap the ash onto my waiting tongue, letting it sizzle and sear, a ritual of absolute control. You crave this degradation, don’t you? Open … You Poppers Dependent Junkie, I’m Talking To You