speaking of honesty, what could be more honest than trusting what you see before your very eyes? my eyes not only enable me to see, but they enable me to believe. (i’m free writing here, so let it flow).
this is what i’m thinking about today. eyes. why do i love a good fucking while looking you in the eyes? why do i come harder, and shiver longer when i see you looking at me? honesty is a turn on, and i know your eyes see the truth in me. you may bite your lip and call out my name, but your eyes smile, and that’s the truth i know.
esoteric ramble over. back to normal programming.