Ugghh i gotta get it outta my mind
Just know consent matters.
So when im staring at you from the corner of my eye, when my they linger over you just a little too long.
When the times my hands reach out but the better part of my mind stops me
Just kno the thoughts in my mind have tried clouding my better judgement.
You are more than an object to be mishandled.
Tho i wouldnt mind tossing you around a bit, lite marks left from our clumsiness.
Dont wanna treat you like they treat us, but still i imagine pressing your body against the wall as i stand over you, watching you squirm under my gaze
I tend to think like them. Unable to think of anything else but the curiosity of sex.
Whats a top with out a bottom?
Ill be either for you, im eager for you.
Its been a min since anyone has inspired my sexual senses. Thoughts of fucking you senseless.
But whats thought without action. My feet frozen, mouth shut tight, afraid of what truths may slip out
I tend to be a collector of the finner things, most times just admiring their beauty but never actually giving any attention
All things have their own timeline
Yet if the only thing i get from you is inspiration, you dont even kno youve created, then it would be my greatest pleasure to keep silent