The closest you will ever come to witnessing perfection. Your eyes follow every inch of my legs without blinking or looking away, out of fear that you will miss out on the only beautiful aspect of your life. The only thing you have to look forward to. You treasure the memories and images that your brain captured with a wild, possessive ferocity. You inside many times dreaming about the next time I will ever show you these legs of mine. What you would do just to inhale my scent, grace my flawless skin with your fingertips before I kick you aside and laugh at your sad attempt to be a real man. You are not a real man. You are less than human, less than a real man, a slave. Property that never appreciates, only remains purposeless until I assign one to you. Remember these words and etch them into the cells of your brain. Allow your body to be nourished by my gospel. I use the power of my legs to melt your mind and transform you. You will quiver, feel inspired, and more alive than ever before. Adored in fishnets with Swarovski rhinestones and a high-waisted red thong, I know how capable I am of capturing you and making you my willing hostage. I will take you captive, and never let you go.