Yan's Labyrinth

They call her a beautiful mess because they do not understand her... Constantly trying to trap her in box made of metal bars and no breathing space. Making her presence seem diminished and irrelevant.... They call her a beautiful mess because she is beyond their comprehension... So free and honest and constantly in search of more... More than they will ever be able to wrap their feeble minds around, made of narrow alleyways and lacking of individual thought. She is a representation of all that they fear and envy, wishing to be able to grasp that childlike awareness complimented by astute and dynamic intellect.... She is what they fear most because she is fearless and real... Loving herself and knowing her worth sends alarm bells off in their minds and they wish to silence her. She is defiant and strong... They call her reckless and fool hardy. But none of this defines her, simply because she stretches herself far beyond what any of them will ever be able to understand. She is...

There is a thirst to understand the desires of the flesh... The need to touch and be touched... To hunger and be provoked... The way her body moves cries out 'release me'  let me catapult you to a new level of ecstasy that has nothing to do with my inner core... But instead seduce my inner lure.... Breathe into me the yearning of unshaken freedom... Wrap your fingers around my mind and massage it to a new level of indescribable uphoria... Touch my thoughts so deeply that I am driven to the edge of desire and need... Touching myself and screaming your name in desperate release... Handcuff me to the bed with your words as they reverberate along my skin, sending goosebumps of hungry anticipation that moisten my sweet perfection. Handle me. Make me hum, til I cum and explode in delectable cerebral bliss... Riding the waves of this, our transcendent synergy. — Y. Salmon  Photocredit goes to @wreff.