The obsessed imagery remains my mental when I think about the way he walks
I feel like I’m in tune with his body when he speaks, I desire to feel every rhythm to every word that leaves his lips
My need to be in your presence is pure ADVITIY; I can’t stand another moment in this putrid life without your heartbeat next to mine
When I turn off all the lights and lay down at night all I can think about is how much my body doesn’t deserve to have a single second of life without my soul being submitted to yours
My fantasies of you controlling my every move
My addiction to studying your every logic
I refuse to not have exactly what my corrupt mind is attached to
I’m strung out on something I’ve never even had before from you, but to be honest the feeling of having a closet psychological enslavement doesn’t seem so bad
After all, every though, deliberation and theory of you is more than satisfying and pleasurable to the greedy Juices in my mind, they overwhelm and stimulate the fluids in my inner thighs as well.
Constant daydreams of your eyes grazing my mine
Photographic Images of your hands massaging mine
Forced Mental Broadcasts of your body disturbing mine
Remove this unhealthy craving and come fulfill all my orgins of sinful bliss and lust
These parasites of passions won’t cease until you enslave my body and mind with your domination and restraint
Until Then, I guess I’m stuck... Fuck.