I want The Real🌹

[Se****]

I crave the pattern of your breathing, the heavy, honest, human heat.
Not whispered shadows softly seething, but skin where pulse and passion meet.

Forget the script of sweet romances, the polished lure of make-believe.
I do not want the phantom glances, or promises the dark can weave.

I want the tang of sweat and longing, the tangled mess of sheet and sigh.
The truth of heavy heartbeats throbbing, as real as truth can justify.

So strip away the grand illusion, the AI smile, the perfect art.
I thrive within your sweet intrusion, and want the substance, not the part.