I am primal, lust, yet with enough conscious withdrawal if I see love in the other's eyes.
I do not care about love at those moments.
I can't seem to appreciate the softness, even if it's precious, reachable.
I am in a devouring state, and I don't like to hold back.
When it's all red, it's fantastic. If it's tinted with blue, things may get difficult in the meantime.
The after party.
I can deal with that, I guess.
Or that's the excuse I put up for myself.
It will be too difficult to deal with. It will be a mess. It will haunt you for ages.
I scoff, and keep going. Keep teasing the fuck out.
I like how it feels.. the power over someone.
The movements, classy tripping over subtleness.
The whispers, as if afraid to talk aloud.
The replies, just as boiling.
The game feels like an eternal thunderstorm.
I love them so much.
Then it stops. I see blue mixed with red in a stare I can't hold.
And I'm so fucked.. because I run to a mirror to check on myself.
I'm a fucking rainbow.
I told you so, the sane part of my brain yells.
I can't stop staring.. at the swirls in my belly, my legs, my arms, my whole body
Swirls made of all kinds of colours, from oranges to greens to pinks.
I don't mind, I deserve it, the colours feel nice
The feelings tho... that's another story.
I'm so fucked.