What gets us off…

Can you get off on getting me off? Do I trigger you to release yourself in my moment of awe? Do you realize if your natural intent was to please me was to intensify your own organisms, I’d fall further into you than I could possibly imagine? It be truly worth the interest put into a visual display that shows your inner origins. From how deeply rooted the touch of me crawls beneath your flesh. As you crave to please until you lay your head upon my chest. Do you wanna hear my heart race from what you do to me? Is it a necessity to your own crave that I’m not a flat line to the way your hormones leak? Am I that lingering desire that completes the details of yourself? Do you feel the presence of the sensation the nearer you come to being felt? Actions tell all. Motion moves the mind to trickle down into content that flickers upon the walls. Who am I to you? Where do I fit in to your deepest kinks needing to be put to use? Whether I’m in your mouth, penetrating your treasure or flush with the foreplay. How is it you say my name. From the hrz that vibe from your throat. To the caressing of the texture of thy tongue that tells me you don’t want to be left alone. Does my fingertips flowing across your skin melt you whole? These are things that will unlock my depths that are witness to the submissive intent you enjoy as you’d be worth more than gold. Show and tell of your true nature and you’ll set me free. Bcuz of I’m not what ignites the beauty of your core, we shouldn’t be. It’s a likewise situation of I get off getting you off bcuz I can’t help myself. It’s the connection of the in between our energies that won’t rebel. Is it I, the fantasy you seek? Bcuz that’s what you are to me. A dream in the flesh. A taste savored so fresh. A first of everything no matter how long we’ve gained access to sacred truths. I ask bcuz my fix is you…