You know the feeling of being haunted by name right. Having it invade your mind, be on the top of your tongue constantly… For you, it’s Queen Misha. Goddess Misha. Misha. For me, it’s his name. The one that gets me all excited and wet. His name that keeps me up at night. But your name… no one cares about it. I know I can never remember it, since your just my loser, my bitch, my slut or my good boy. It’s never your name on a women’s lips. Give in to your addiction, I give you permission. My name is the only name that matters when it comes to you. Edge as you keep thinking and saying my name. Queen Misha.
