Such a simple yet profound symbol of intimacy, isn’t it? In the absence of closeness in your romantic life, it’s understandable why you’re fixated on my lips. Yearning for the intimacy that comes with being near them.
The way they move as you stroke to them, the way they pucker up… if only it were to kiss you. But alas, you must settle for this. You’ve come to terms with your place in life, understanding that true intimacy will forever elude you.
Repeat it aloud for me, embrace your truth: “I’m not worthy of Goddess Lindsey’s gorgeous, plump lips.” Doesn’t it feel liberating to acknowledge your reality and offer your worship to my lips?
