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.
So what’s breaking u more? The denial of my censored ass, my pretty face looking down on you, my feet teasing u, me flipping you off? or knowing u’ll never be worthy of any of it? Too many triggers huh?
