an enemy bigger than my apathy

I want to take care of you while I fuck you. I want you to ache and yearn for the primal baser desires. I want to know what you taste like when you blush, when you sweat, when your eyes are rolling back. I want to feel your breath shake in my neck and hair while your nails dig into my skin. I want to leave my lipstick in trails down your torso and have it stain your clothes when you’re getting dressed to leave. I want you to think of me when it’s 2 o'clock in the afternoon and when it’s 2 o'clock in the morning. I want to smell you on my clothes while I’m getting ready in the morning. Not constantly or strongly, but catching it and waves and thinking about you, one hand pulling my hair back and the other grabbing my ass. I want our hands around each other’s necks while you’re inside me. And when I let go, I want to see the animalistic way your eyes dilate. I want your hands exploring every inch of me while I explore you. I want to know what you sound like when you’re having a hard time catching your breath. I want to watch you all the time. I want you.

do the people who made that cgi bulbasaur know they saved a life?