Boys named Chris

A beautiful young man with a charming accent, kind blue eyes and sweet smile radiating positively. How can i not be taken by your invitation?
To breath you in seemed so rich, enchanting and utterly pleasurable.
On my way to my own detriment, for the highs are unreal but the terms are harsh, not to mention the moral implications of the path followed. For not it matters, it’s raw, passionate, and wild.
Here I am Madonna and the whore. cradle me and lovingly kiss me and say ‘I don’t fuck. I make love.” You pull me closer than ever before.
Deep into me like you want me to never end and murmur hottness to melt my psychology, craving whole-ness and oneness.
Such beautiful highs are punished by crippling lows. The aftermath reality of monotony, disdain and boredom seeping into the everyday. I think you might be heroine that I want to chase like a fool.

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