There’s so many men that can offer you sex. I remain pretty unimpressed by it all. Who gives a fuck if you want to fuck me… I can find that anywhere. I want someone to touch me. To feel me. To close their eyes and smell me. Make my heart pound when you touch my arm. Make my cheeks flush with your words. Words you have chosen just for me. I never could be satisfied with the ordinary; I want the whole world or nothing.
Mischief's Muse 