Mira. Body of a goddess. Face of an angel.
She's perfection incarnate.
But when she walks by,I know I'll be defiling it.
She sees the look in my eye.
I'll take what I want.
And I want her.
I can tell she wants me too.
I don't care if she's my brother's new step-daughter.
I don't care if it's wrong.
I could care less if it's filthy.
By the time I'm done that sweet little face will have changed.
She'll be panting with desire.
Contorting with pleasure.