The thought of wanting to consume your every thought, your every breath—being woven into your moments, as if our animalistic connection is all that exists—is intoxicating. I want you to feel my presence in the way your pulse quickens, in the quiet moments before my name appears on your screen, where nothing else matters but the anticipation. The desire is more than physical; it’s emotional, mental—wanting to be the source of your cravings, your relief, your comfort.
To have you so captivated, that everything else fades, and I am your center—that is the essence of what I long for.
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