No more, WYD?

Or let’s go out to eat?

Maybe I can take you to see the real me?

Not so much of a traditional date, but to a place I like to call The Cave.

My cave is dark and it smells a little lusty.

I can almost guarantee that you will learn something’s about me.

We can go through journals of poetry, or look at pictures of my life, each one telling its own story.

See, the idea of getting to know me is to be involved in who I am trying to be.

While we are talking about wants, and needs…

I am built differently; like I yearn for you to want me, but not like you are accustomed to. I want to get on my knees and worship your body like your soul truly needs.

I said this before… no more wyd; but I prefer the; INYTCSOMFUYSAC, text.

(I need you to come sit on my face, until you shake and cum)

I am pretty sure if you caught what I said, you know what happens next.

I speak a language that many profess to understand, but few can actually experience. I don’t brag or boast, I simply bathe in your wine and indulge in your fruits. I am sure you have heard the I want to taste yous’, however I am hear to sit and converse with the essence of you.

Slowly peeling back your layers on insecurities, betrayals, and pain. I want to replace them with reliability, trustworthiness, and pure joy. Teaching you to find love in the rain. While I learn to love you properly, not just physically,but spiritually, and mentally.

And this is just one of the stories on a tapestry in my cave.

I don’t open the cave to any and everyone, this invitation isn’t one that that can be won. I am intimate and intentional in how I touch your mind.

We can build together, then come back to the Tabernacle and play conquer and divide. I trust you, and I am comfortable with you conquering me. While I divide your wants from needs. In these nightly meetings my sole purpose is to please.

Welcome to my cave, where we keep what we eat.

-HennessyJ. ©2020