๐๐ช๐ต๐ต๐ช๐ญ ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐๐ป๐ฒ๐ถ๐ผ๐ธ๐ท ๐๐ฒ๐ฝ๐ฉท๐ฌ๐ฑIn alleys soaked with neon lies,..
Added 2025-04-04 04:29:52 +0000 UTC๐๐ช๐ต๐ต๐ช๐ญ ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐๐ป๐ฒ๐ถ๐ผ๐ธ๐ท ๐๐ฒ๐ฝ๐ฉท๐ฌ๐ฑIn alleys soaked with neon lies, she roams,A scarlet myth in torn, rose-leather domes;Her skirt a sirenโs call amid the night,A flame of flesh set against wealthโs cold might.Her heels, tall sins in candy hue,Click clack past towers the rich once knew;Each step defies the gilded, stony air,A dance of ruin, bold and bare.Her faceโa canvas of cheap rouge and lead,Heavy lashes framing eyes of fire and dread;In garish glow her secrets intertwine,Mocking societyโs decadent design.Encasing limbs in silky, gleaming art,Rose-hued horse-oil stockings play their part;Their edges, scandalous, bear a lurid traceโCondoms, brimming thick, in a disgraceful embrace,Oozing seed in a perverse, illicit run,A final flourish where debaucheryโs spun.Those lipsโobscene, voluptuous bloom,Leave prints that brand with decadent doom,Pressed in dirt where pride witness its fall,A kiss beneath, defying the high and tall.With nails like blades dipped deep in desire,She flicks them low, igniting wicked fire;Beneath the belt, with playful, cruel art,She toys with men drained of coin and heart.Each man she drains becomes a fleeting game,A nameless face consumed by lustโs aflame;Their moans are coins, their gasps a tarnished gold,Fed to the siren whose tale is bitterly told.Not born of love or desperate, tender need,She is the bloom of a poisoned, shattered seed;A monument to the chasm of worth and despair,Where wealthโs high towers breed ruin in the airepisode 16 pics
