Overthinking doesn't just mess with your head; it messes with your heart, your vibe, your joy, your spark, and your love. It's sneaky but deadly self-sabotage.
🤍 ‿I long to be slightly caressed by your fingertips slowly ravaging my silky olive skin. I long for your lips to suckle every centimeter of the contour of my body. I long for your arms to lure me into you as my body arches into you. Our bodies become one. It is you that my heart, body & soul belong to. With solely one thought of you, I begin to feel my silky skin heighten. You've subdued yourself into me. That whenever I'm not with you, it's as if I can't breathe. I need your. I need to hear your voice, my aphrodisiac. For your my own form of heroine. My own personal drug that soothes my blood pumping throughout my body. I need you in order to function, to survive. I need to feel your lips upon me. Your chest pressed up against me. Your body entwined into mine. I yearn for you & only you, my darling horizon.⁀🤍