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All is fair in love and war

All’s fair in love and war, they said. You have to be conspicuous, sexually attractive, you have to go over the heads. The reddest lipstick, the most silky dress, the strongest point-blank gaze. And no matter how hard I try, you touch my neck and I just fall into your arms. Why is my weapon all this stupid decoration, and yours is the natural smell of your body and the strength of your arms? Who do I fight with?

But I know what you like and I love this fight. Hair put in a tight bun, tenderness of the hands and fragile naked neck covered with a firm leather belt. I know you want to touch my hips when they are covered with a black silk dress. I know that you love when I kiss your fingers and look strait into your eyes. This is a fight with her, always with her. For you, with her. The one with the reddest lipstick and tighter hair bun will win you back. Intensity of the touch, seductive voice tones, the reddest lipstick, I’ll find the color that doesn’t even exist. Thongs stockings belt bra, thongs stockings belt bra, thongs stockings belt bra, black pepper perfume, champagne perfume, all over again.