Seduction

Walking into the past, the scent of sin laced her lips. Seductive moves, her hands tracing over his chest, nails dragging till the beds of her nails painted with red. Nothing is as it seems. Sugar is meant to melt when the heat boils over. To taste it is to be blessed, to burn is to find pleasure in her pain.

A.J Luna

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