Mostly I want To be myself Something special To someone else
I have no tricks. I have no sleeves. I have only me. And that’s enough.
I stretch your being You respond with shocked intrigue Sparks dance in-between
Sometimes I will stare You’re just more interesting Than others in sight
Go ahead Do your thing I’m waiting With open wings
One reason I know Our love is first rate, We don’t have to talk To communicate.
Sometimes I hit myself Because I have excess And I don’t think it’s fair To force that onto you
What if we stopped fearing and started loving? Loving the unique. Loving the different. Loving them.
I would be the worst Dom Ever. If a Sub said “Here is my being, Do as you like.” Only her pleasure and joy
snow rains and flushes mental cocaines
You say you’re broken I see pieces made to fit You say you don’t know I see the truth hidden in it Hidden in You
We create ourselves In the image Of our Gods
I loved someone and they hurt me They hurt me like I designed them… You don’t know hell Until you’ve created your own
I celebrate emperfections The imperfect parts of Us That make Us perfect
My God loves puddles I know because I watched two girl… Complete, innocent, borderline rec… That’s My God
