Go ahead, tell yourself you’re in control. Lie to yourself one last time. Pretend you’re only here to “look” or “browse,” as if men like you ever have any self-control.
My claws in your mind, you lost between my legs, given over to my pleasure, which is to drain you. To use you until the last drop of effort you have put in to earn that money. We both like it, but you are addicted.
