Do me, I’m different…

Fuck telling you the truth. I wanna lie. Do me and I’ll do more than be mediocre. No lies. Whatever you believe I don’t really care. Just be in the moment so I can feel something not premeditated if that sounds fair. No enemies needed. Just a phrase to come out from within self suppression, wanting the act right to partake in the submission of everything that isn’t willing to go along with the norm. Be my porn. The reason I listen to the fixation of you unraveling mentor my eyes. Oh, how it’s been so long that I’ve allowed the growl to vibrate a pulse. My cravings have detected you moving to your own simplicity working out ever you consider your own flaws. But I can work through them if you’d give in to the thrill of exposure coming undone. It’s not luv, but the ease in the rush of, us. The curse of the family monster wanting to exist as it plays with your depths opening up. Spread the way to my comfort of submission as Easter will be and every was. I’m hear to dig deep enough to enjoy passion stroke sensitivities wanting to be set free. Don’t blame me. I’m just that voice in the back of your head that can’t resist the opportunity to live for once. Like me, you need an outlet to see where things go in a lil game of  defiance. One against our often better judgement owning the perspective of image of in which we live. Give. Twist me a perspective of sexuality I’ve longed to obtain. Call me by my name. Get lost in em particular kinks that refuse silence that avoids the temptations of what we are to become. I need the oooh that I seek in your consumption of me that bares no limits to satisfaction in your favor. Knotting its all mine  that consumes the desire to please and concur the internal most sacred hush that leaks out down in between your legs. I won’t beg. But you might when the soothing releases the pleasure of oh fuck had you twitching from the synchronized connectivity at one with the mood were share. What elee have you to do but, fit yourself, find someone who cares?