So, you lack innocence. But I was the one to form the commercial smirk on your face. I had the sickest intentions for your destiny, to start. But I was the one left cold and alone, buried in defeat with the rest of your enemies. But I'm not done yet. I still am consumed with dark thoughts, a cruel initiation into my smoldering pile of trophies. You'll end up like every other naked body in my past: bruised and broken hearted, bare and lost in attraction- a magnet with one side ? Negative ? Or is that me ? It matches my desires. You'll end up like every beautiful body in my past: nothing left but skin and traces of my saliva, trembling from nightmares caused by who else, but me. But only my memories stay effervescent: my tongue down your throat, my body hovering over yours, my pleasure seeking yours.