LILY
Silly man, she doesn’t care what he wants. The blight in her only cares about her body, her carnal needs. Sheh continues her slow stalk towards him, utterly absorbed with getting her hands on him - literally and figuratively. For whatever reason, his question manages to break through the fog and she smiles in the way that people riding a high often smile, or perhaps a woman roused from slumber at the break of dawn by her lover’s hard insistence. “Need you here,” she answers, one hand petting herself from her breasts to her mound, rubbing her clit through her clothes with a soft, whimpering wine: a demonstration of what she would have him do. That is, make the need stop.
don't know if you love me or you want me dead
the way you're looking through my eyes
Don't know if I'm gonna make it out alive
