You’re infatuated with me, admit it. I barely have to do a thing, just exist… and you’re captivated, staring into my mesmerizing eyes… unable to look away. Just where I want you. It feels good to obey, and to fall deeper and deeper in love with me, doesn’t it? It feels good to put a smile on face, to do anything I want. It feels good to OBSESS over me. You always want more. Worship my gorgeous face… fall weaker and weaker. You are completely addicted to my beauty. Your ache for me is even stronger now.
