
Get The Fuck Over Here…
I am not playing nice, Kitten. Come to think of it, I never do actually. I want passion. I want anger.
I want you to feel the absolute want in my want.
I want you to have a moment, when you ask yourself, “Should I run away?”. Should you fear me? Should your stomach sink?
Yes. The answer is Yes.
The eyes staring back at you are focused with contempt blended with lust for you. A conundrum of positive and negative energy but intense nonetheless.
This is my modus operandi. My way. Get used to it. Or don’t.
It’s better when you don’t expect it.