Lust strokes the mind with gullible fantasies.
Your lucid stare is my undoing. I not want this sensation to linger, it sickens me. Damn your ravishing beauty, I do not consent! Please yield to reason...attraction is not a choice. How to express my struggling palette. Years of silence sutured shut by suffering the allure of this lust. What must I do? Levitate? Cure poverty? You break me. Lust strokes the mind with gullible fantasies. Am I gullible? AM I?!
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