westid

tnere’s this girl and she’s got it goin on. when i see her, i hate it but i love it; but in the back of my mind im just not the only one. i tell her she’s fuckin fire or maybe i think i do. sometimes i panic when i see her too. when i see her going through, she’s like fire and the ground she walks on burns. i get this shock in my belly and my blood my gaze i glance at her, she returns. she knows when to be shiny as fuck, all her body she shines. just clock the way she looks at me and i overthink all these signs. i’ve lost my cool in private when no one can see, so many times. she could keep me on a leash, god damn her body it shines

i wish i could come up and say come with me. whatever she’s into, i wanna sat her free. whenever i see her it’s all over me. i can’t blame her for putting this feeling there, but can you blame me? she’s so dominant, i can’t help that i see. when i think about her i wish she would lock me in, and i’m not talkin the kind you would do with a key. i want to share my caviar with her, feel the dopamine surge to the nth degree. i swore i’d never wear a collar for a woman ever again, but … well, maybe. i hate her, she is so nice, she knows what she does to me. i burst outside and it was like she sat there while it built up slowly inside. sat there waiting for it to get stronger and mind controllery

she will never be mine, but i’d be hers. if i don’t sort my head out she’s gonna find out eventually