So you say something’s changed? My response is this: “Fuck that…You know Me.”
You know I represent a man who speaks to your mind, heart, and soul. Who will kiss you to wipe you out. To buckle your knees. That when my lips touch yours, the “want” behind it for you is real, unbearable, and above everything else – passionate.
I listen to you to because I care. I laugh with you, at you, at me, because your giggle is infectious to me.
I push your hair behind your ear and look right into your eyes and stay there awhile. Kiss your neck, bite your ear, and reach my firm grip around your neck as I suck your tongue and shove you up against the wall.
Never breaking focus because focus never entered into my thought process. Pure unfiltered passion is the fuel to the motor behind me. There is no plan. There is no focusing. I let my heart carry me where it will.
Right now, it wants to carry my hand between your legs to feel the havoc I created in my giving of my heart through passionate lust to you. You need to feel my bleeding heart in my eyes. In my kiss. In my grip. In how I bury my face between your legs. In how I pull your hair.
In how I stare death into your eyes as I relentlessly fuck away at you desperately trying to make you cum again, and again, and again.
Because at this point in my life, that is the only way I know how to give the best of me.
You know me. You have one life.