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  • Tamara Monáe

“You wanted her to want you back. Next time, take her uptown. Get a suite at the Plaza. Wine, strip her, tie her to the bed. Spank her. Let her feel you. Watch her rise to life. Go until she sleeps. Then, leave before she wakes. You’ll be a monster. But, for some reason, every Beauty wants her Beast.” — Mason Fowler

  • Tamara Monáe

“We lay in bed in a heap of sweaty love until the curtains stop holding the sun and light shines on two naked bodies that were strangers the night before, but young lust runs deeper than expected and sometimes a sinner meets another, and a secret is hatched that only a look into the eyes can tell.” — Mason Fowler

  • Tamara Monáe

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