It's not a secret: you worship Me. I am perfect: My lips, My wonderfully crooked teeth, My pierced tongue, My eyes, My neck, My jaw, My cheekbones, My silky smooth skin... I have the face of a Goddess. The way I carry Myself, the way I move, the way I exist... You know just how far beneath Me you stood. You now find yourself on your knees, mesmerized in desperation, unable to look away. Longing to kiss Me, to be a willing mouth to catch the ashes from My cigarette or the spit from My lips... And I let you because I love to see that delicious eagerness to sanctify everything that I am... At...

It's not a secret: you worship Me. I am perfect: My lips, My wonderfully crooked teeth, My pierced tongue, My eyes, My neck, My jaw, My cheekbones, My silky smooth skin... I have the face of a Goddess. The way I carry Myself, the way I move, the way I exist... You know just how far beneath Me you stood. You now find yourself on your knees, mesmerized in desperation, unable to look away. Longing to kiss Me, to be a willing mouth to catch the ashes from My cigarette or the spit from My lips... And I let you because I love to see that delicious eagerness to sanctify everything that I am... At your expense.