In which are you.?.

Easy and freaky are two different things when vanity is the only thing that sinks in to the mood. Depending on which one you are, you can either leave outta the same door in which you came waltzing through. Or drop down with an mmm to see what the night may claim. I would like to hear you call out my name. No matter which way you are I’m sure you’d be fun to play with again and again. As I might be attracted to you but turned off by the instability in your heart that hasn’t anything to gain. Your physical arrogance isn’t enough for a man like me craving a depth to surface in the dark. I need a deeper sense of stability that awakens unfazed needs with a blinded spark. But if it’s a kink you intend to free with me in mind. Lock the door and turn off the light. Just know sight hasn’t a fucking thing to do with how we interact. Bringing to life fantasies felt with hands is a type of  sensation that has no eye contact. When getting to know how bodies move there’s a way of telling truths. If you’re freaky put me to use. Otherwise it’s easy to turn around and be gone. Someone else will come along. One willing to open up and be seen without the conceited flaws of outter beauty. It’s your choice if we enjoy or nudity. Doing untold things that never leave the room. As limits and boundaries are crossed forcing desires to move. I yield my words until you show yourself in the shadows of passion’s wake. Until then, you’re just another face…