I know why you're here.

[Mo****]

This isn't the first time it's happened. Honestly, it may as well be proverb.

The initial flee while knees buckle.
The overwhelming *** or one's own desires.
The stare of confusion.
The stalking of my page as you unknowingly or knowingly inch closer.
Sometimes, there's a facade of criticism due to self shame of lingering euphoria.
It's not new!

I have always been someone's hidden desire, dirty little secret, or secret obsession.

My sensuality devours, and it feels like my curse.
To always be heartbroken by confused and terrified men. To bring the worst out of their shame.

My hunger is savage and insatiable, not just sexually but I feed off of vulnerability.
It's fucking scrumptious.

I want to take everything from you, and do everything to you. I want to bring you dark pleasure and light.
I need to, tell me your secrets.
I need that kind of connection, bond, tie. It invigorates me!

I need to overtake your will, your mind, your heart, your body, your senses, and your dreams.

I want to do things to you that leave you mortified, bewildered, and confused, lost at sea.

Then I want you to nurse from my breast as I safely guide you to shore.

Random thought.