It’s alright to be who you are. You grasp your role in this world, don’t you? Admit it, you can’t handle much, and that’s okay. You’re a good boy for me, and you’ll never break free. Your addiction to the unattainable won’t diminish. You revel in the permanence of what we share, knowing you’re trapped in my allure. I tantalize you with what you’ll never possess, every inch of my body a tantalizing tease. You understand why you fall short; there’s no need to articulate it. Worship my form, revere what you’ll never attain.
