Quote:
Originally Posted by Cadaverous Pallor
There's a layer under my skin
a wrapping rapping underneath
an indentation percolation
a boundary, a crackling sheath
Keeping out and keeping in
flexing bending strapping down
sizzles in front of any gaze
no place but mine inside this gown
Is it a new or aged prize?
Cured and stored and cut to size?
Taught loyalty and fed to burst
when it's good it's at its worst
Do I love its cursed embrace?
How it obscures my pointed face?
Yet it projects a haunted grace
Perhaps my visage I'll replace
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So... are you saying you're wearing an S&M patent leather corset fantasy ballgown with a mask?