i donβt want casual..i was never good at that.
i want something frighteningly intentional.
i want you to choose me with both hands..look at me like youβve already decided i belong to you and all thatβs left is teaching my body how to admit it.
i want devotion that slips into obsession. sharpened intentionally..slow, deliberate..inevitable.
the kind that starts with easy things, memorizing my coffee order and ends with you knowing every quiet noise i make when iβm overwhelmed, every tender point of mine that could make me unravel and pliant in your hands if you wanted to.
and god, i want you to.
possessive without apology. ownership as intimacy..desire with teeth.
give me your attention..constant and all consuming and iβll return it tenfold. οΏΌ
yearning that feels almost devotional. like kneeling, an offering. i want you to map every inch of me with your fingertips until there is nowhere that hasnβt been touched by them..nowhere left secret.
not because i canβt exist on my own, in my mind.
but because i trust you..with everything










