That heart has always belonged Me...

you never have been able to resist any of My desires or demands because you love the way My pretty little fingers feel as they're raking through your savings and soul. They look so perfect too as you get wrapped around My finger, with just one look.

My hands and nails are only the tip of the iceberg of perfection that is Me, but you can't stop staring at them or Me... Talk about lovestruck -- you just can't stop crawling your way back to beg to be used until you're broken. It doesn't matter how I use you, you just ache for any ounce of ...

That heart has always belonged Me...

you never have been able to resist any of My desires or demands because you love the way My pretty little fingers feel as they're raking through your savings and soul. They look so perfect too as you get wrapped around My finger, with just one look.

My hands and nails are only the tip of the iceberg of perfection that is Me, but you can't stop staring at them or Me... Talk about lovestruck -- you just can't stop crawling your way back to beg to be used until you're broken. It doesn't matter how I use you, you just ache for any ounce of My touch, no matter how ruinous...