Big Room.

Dreams of lustful situations free your mind to release your conscience.
Sipping a whiskey in a darkened bar, you might like the look of a slender approaching little piece of fun, but you can’t always give in to your tastes. You don’t always even want to.
Disturbing the cycle of heat and wanting.
Letting you need in the open.
Making you hunger in your own vision.
Never fake the moment, because you might not get the chance to see it again. And once you know what you like, see if you can like it more.
Our beasts are the refuge of our power. The final force that will win the battle or be ripped apart in the attempt. Yearning is such honest effort, but few do it with honest zeal. Afraid to admit they are alone or that they seek? Imperfect? What? No not someone in this world!
Go on with ‘ya!
We are all just pieces of something more, broken and scattered.
And imagine trying to put it all together when you are down among the puzzle pieces. Start with the edges.
I admit I need. I lust. I want. So mush sometimes.
Other times, it is like there is only gray ice and fog in my world.
Still, it is nice fog and really smooth ice.
But I know I seek.
And in doing so I am able to feed my needs.
Yummy Yummy.