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Red.
The matte lipstick
swipes over my plump
lips, my fingernails
draw blood over his
delicate, paper-like skin.
Pleasure.
Make it so good,
he comes running
back for more.
Because it's nice
being chased.
Even if their effort
goes in vain.
I guess,
it's your satisfaction
that counts right?
- Zara
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