‌

Thinking is haaard.. Sooo hard when your eyes meet mine. The moment my gaze locks onto yours, you know your mind is about to be fucked. Hard. Those endless, looping spirals in my eyes have already begun doing their work on you.. acting just like a vacuum to your thoughts. I wonder, do you stand any chance? Have you ever stood a chance? Whether you realize it or not, your mind started slipping even before you pressed play. Is resistance truly an option? Is resisting what you really want? You need to stare, to lose yourself, guided by my bewitching voice. You need to.. not think... ever again.. Stare. Stare until nothing else exists but me and your brainless head. Until I'm the only Goddess you want to listen to and worship. Sink. Sink until all you see is my spiral...