Kisses. I Want To Be Held.

Me too.

My heart. Thump, thump, thump.

I’m enough for me.

I’ve got a million dollar trick, once I’m down and getting delusional on the dick.

If nothing changes, nothing changes.

— R. Arnold

Worship with me.

when you've found your person, it's not just lust you feel. it's something deeper, something beyond the simple craving for physical intimacy that you once knew. it's an endless yearning, a desire to merge your very essence with theirs. you want to feel every inch of their being, to have their skin, flesh, and bones intertwined with yours. you want to lose yourself in the abyss of your lover's eyes. physical touch becomes almost inadequate, yet it's the closest you come to the divine pleasure of becoming one. it's not lust. it's worship.

Me and who?

Gliding along your back.