Pearls And Cigarettes Rime Couee

Massaging me with body oil, I am now your woman to spoil. My hair’s become ringlets. With an arch in the jacuzzi, I lay back let you taste me. String pearls and cigarettes. There is an absence of my voice, save an inarticulate noise. The sound of a branding. Your adept hands apply pressure, hit that line of pain and pleasure. My heart’s understanding. Where do you end and I begin? My safe word is ‘Separation’. Manicured nails cut glass. Mirrors left completely shattered, lips left soiled and tattered. Pure lux in sassafras.