Everything resumes to that one feeling, the world is full of sensations and receptors but nothing is stronger than the one doing the mind control.
The trick that has you drunk on it bright daylight and you still close your eyes either to relive that moment or to picture perfect what you want.
Everything reflex on having to justify it and yet you find yourself wanting it again, needing... Craving...
Let me try this... You close your eyes and get glimpses of skin, his smirk, eyes.. . Hands and that s just the visuals... The sounds, hmm the moans, whispers, growls, screams, his racing heartbeat... your racing heartbeat...
Then there's you... feeling his sweat down your body, the shivers down your back, his hands digging into your skin, your nails digging in his, the pressure between your legs building closing your eyes, letting your head fall back knowing he will catch you and still regretting that decision you do it just to feel him crawling into your body taking control of your mind bits by bits you smile even tho you hate it is a love hate situation isn t it?
But still here we are... Longing for it and trying to justify it....or him...or you, wich one is it? Or more than that what would it take for you to stop justifying this part of you? I will go first..
The good one is to good for me, the bad one doesen t treat me right, the mix of it turns to be pshicopath most of the times, the nice one can t commit and I am to greedy for that, the bad mouth one is going thru alpha phases, the gentle one get s scarred when he starts to feel, the obsessed one can t let me have a say in what I want, the victim one manipulates and the ride or die chooses the money above you in the end all to regret it. My bad for the one reading if I skip any considered yourself in this and mention it for me. Because all of those and yet here we are unable to find what exactly is hiding from us outthere in the crowd full of blank faces that can take only one second and he can take a form in our mind.. ..
I try to justify every encounter and I am still unable to feel I found him, sometimes it feels like he is mocking me and sometimes I feel him so close toying me, teasing me and yet I Don t want to stop it, I rather search the world then end up craving him.
I try to make it make sense in my mind and it never doese is driving me insaine sometimes and I keep telling myself I am crazy there is no such thing and the next day I look for him in the crowd like a lost child. He has me at his feet and doesen t even know how many I made kneel for me, cry for me, beg for me but karma here doing all of it for him and I am not even ashamed to admit it. I do it with pride and greed, greed for him and everything I picture in him.
I am Blake and I am here to tell my story of the eyes hiding from me and tryng to stop justifying what I want.
Welcome to a world of sensations and cravings mixed with a sick pleasure for only one man ho has me since I was made and he doesen t even know it.