I’m not perfect, but I’m loyal.

It’s not just about sex. Don’t get me wrong. Sex is fucking great, but when you have a connection with someone, when you feel so strong for someone, just a kiss is enough to make your knees weak. You just can’t beat that.

I want to woo someone with my words. Make them fall in love with me due to the frenzy of my thought, the stream of ponders I will let them soak their hands in. Charm them with hand picked ideas, slowly and irreversibly. Drag them into my world. Show them my magic. Make them go crazy for my art, my metaphors, my discoveries. Give them beauty from inside my head. Let them taste the flavors of my soul. All the colors in my mind. I want to show them how I write and have them look back with stars in their eyes.