Artistic smut

If life was really a simulation then I’d kiss you. I manically pace dog hair covered carpet and think about different positions you could put me in. I like living in fantasies because I have complete control of them. The feminine urge to submit is really the unearthly desire for power. Which reality do I submit to? There’s bigger things at play here, like tectonic plates shifting below us, deciding whether to create or destroy. Sweat dripping down like lava erupting from the core of the planet. Hot and volcanic bodies shifting, our tectonic plates colliding and creating forces whilst simultaneously destroying simulations.