smokescreen

i remember way too many
small details about people,
so i have to act dumb sometimes,
so i don’t freak them out

Compose

It's just human.
We all have the jungle inside of us.
We all have wants and needs and desires, strange as they may seem.
If you stop to think about it,
we're all pretty creative,
imagining all these fantasies.
It’s like a kind of poetry...

vitreous

When men look at her, they are not thinking of dinner and a movie. They are not thinking roses and a moonlit stroll on the beach. They are envisioning their hands tightening ropes around her wrists, biting her neck while taking in the fragrance of her hair just before ripping her clothes off and fucking her mercilessly.