[custom] You're obsessed with the thought of my lips, aren't you? The way they curve, the promise of a kiss that will never come. I'll taunt you with the taste of my lipstick, a flavor that will haunt your every waking moment. You'll imagine the feel of my lips brushing against yours, the sensation of my teeth biting down, but it's all just a cruel tease. Your desire for a kiss will become an all-consuming madness, and I'll be the one who holds the keys to your sanity, dangling the promise of satisfaction just out of reach. My lips own you; the weaker you become with every kiss I tease you with proves that. I smoothly apply lipstick to my plump lips and pucker up just for you. These are the lips that own you. All you have left to do is say “Goddess Ro’s lips own me!”