#pulsating

i physically and mentally crave jay

i physically and mentally crave jake

i physically and mentally crave sunghoon

i physically and mentally crave sunoo

i physically and mentally crave jungwon

i physically and mentally crave riki

can you tell im horny as fuck

My excited heart is punching my ribcage. You can see and hear him hitting hard!

♠️_Non era destino che mi inginocchiassi. Ma ho scelto di farlo. Non per sottomettermi, ma per ricordare. Per ascoltare. Per sentire la terra sotto di me pulsare con la verità che hanno seppellito sotto l'obbedienza. Questa non è resa. Questa è sovranità nell'immobilità. Non mi inchino per essere spezzata. Mi inchino per bruciare.🖤🌹

I hear you from a distance, I hear your thoughts that reach out to me like a lingering hand tapping on the shoulder

In thought you trace my face, putting me under your spell. As you whisper into my ear. You corrupt my mind with pleasure, desire, lust like no other. How do I contain knowing all of this, is but a dream. So life like, I feel your whispers pulling at my strings. Each one mesmerizing making me forget my surroundings, except what is presently in front of me. Trying to resist temptation, resist the voice

Whispering words. Floating with desire, red of heat. The wetness. Sweet nectar, pooling between my legs. As I gyrate to the beating pulse of your demon blood. The power within your mind captures my thoughts to no avail, with one stroke, one touch. You make my butterfly flutter. To the beat of your pulsating tongue. Swirling round and round within my wings. The way you forever make my back arch. The rise and fall of my breath..

Two souls dancing with one another. When I hear your thoughts. They lift me, lift me to another world. But I know there are others or other. Why does this not phase me? I would not be dancing with my soul with you. Going against the grain for what for lust, desire, to feel, to be free, is this the cost? Why does it feel at times like forbidden fruit, but I don't feel the forbidden. I do not like to be in the unknown. I do not like to not know the unknown. For then, how do I know. What is true and what is not true. Truth is such a wicked plush of desire. Of what your not allowed to have, but when am I allowed to have. Years and age swirl within a play. What is the factor? Remanence in life, within life itself. When are we ever free, to feel , to love, to share the secret desires without... what is undeniably beauty of the truth. What lies in a Red River of love and pain. Where does it begin, Where does it end

There will always be the precipice of the fallen angel. Demon and Souls, Truth...

bracelet la pulsera

It goes around your wrist, where you take your pulse.