Souls of Sisters: The Unveiling
Strip Strip away all shades of me, use me as droplets of your imagination diluting your pockets of all capital inflation, I strain to be worthy of the instrumentals playing between your legs mastering beats of pleasure more explicit than bedroom escapades. I esteem self-made scenes, fading inhibitions wasting by my unperfected climax, I seek for favors of love by rhythmic anatomy swaying on cold steel