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.

maybe? maybe.

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’m sorry for everything i said when i was 3% woman and 97% hormones

the sexual tension between me and the idea of disappearing without a trace

If life is a journey then I'd like to stop the car please.

you be the sunrise and i'll be the sea.

One. Making Love. One. And fucking like wild animals.. 1