Other models
Turns on: The sharp caress of silk ropes binding my skin. The searing imprint of your palm on my ass. The trembling thrill of anticipation-eyes blindfolded, as if I'm powerless to anything but my own hunger. And those broad shoulders of yours? The perfect anchor as I melt into surrender.
Turns on: The strongest people are those who have found themselves.
Killed and resurrected countless times by their
internal struggle, they exude simplicity while remaining
a complex mechanism that is too tough.
Their sincerity resembles nakedness and defenselessness,
but it is worth touching their souls and you will feel all the power
protective armor with a taste of steel on his lips.
Their word, like a bullet flying right at the target, pierces your head,
changing your thinking in a split second and putting into it
something new, unknown to you before.
Their silence is deafening. Their smile is disarming.
There are no borders in them, but you will keenly feel yours,
as soon as you try to enter territory unknown to you.
They are everywhere and everywhere, but by themselves.
They see right through you because they see themselves.
They know how you feel
and how much you need to the last drop.
And if you are very lucky, you will meet them on your way.
It will be sweet and painful at the same time.
Will break as for the next dose.
It will destroy and bring you together.
This is a good sign that you are growing.
Even if you are blown apart like after falling from a high-rise,
they will always give you a hand and show you
something you haven't seen before.
The main thing is not to pass by. By such people.
You recognize them by their simplicity.
By a look that will disarm you
and bind stronger than any chains.
A. Hoffman