𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦.

Writing, because no one listens.

and his eyes wrote poems his mind knew nothing about. she read them like a hungry madwoman.

Clenching around him like oxygen itself depends on it, every breath tangled with his, every thrust a reminder that I’d die before letting go.

and our eyes met, i could live an eternity in that moment

the eyes. let me drown in them.

craving a hug.

She craves his presence like all she’s known is him.

Kissing the life out of him.

The need to lick him all over.

He is my favourite distraction.

if i said things or tweeted things when i am horny, they don't count.

i am here, to grip you up, clench you in, and you're far, far away.

the urge to be a submissive>>>

when you are PMSing and just horny and talk dirty to them and when it's all over, you realise how stupid you are.

dancing through my storms i choose hope i choose life

I need you so close that our breaths become one.