Owned by Bush
You may don a facade of strength, but there's one thing that crumbles that mask to smithereens: my cute little triangle bush atop my unattainable pussy. you dream of burying your nose in it, of worshipping each hair with your tongue, and yet such a privilege would never be bestowed upon the likes of you. you are doomed to remain pussy free, to ache so ardently for the thing you'll never, ever deserve that your very psyche no longer belongs to you. you are owned completely by my bush. gender neutral.
