COMPLETELY INSANE.

Feeling the pulse speeding by just thinking of you. Listen to my unspoken heart repeating your name over and over. It's a real madness to discover my hands, previously firm and secure, trembling even before touching you, dominated by the need to feel the softness of your skin and the warmth of your body with barely scratching you. I'm becoming unable to control myself The anxiety of my body depends on a single look from you, on that dangerous proximity that speeds everything up, on that soft brush with which you defeat any trace of sanity it still retains. It's a real madness to seek the end between your arms, that exquisite moment in which it seems we cease to exist to merge into each other, diluting in different ways, but equally intense, painful and pleasurable. My sanity strives to keep me safe, while I can only think of your body taking over every corner of mine, seeking refuge from each of its desires. And calm never fully returns. It doesn't matter if I have your hands on me, if your mouth finds mine, or if distance separates us. There are feelings that are neither erased nor forgotten; on the contrary, they are so delightfully dangerous that they linger there, feeding this ever-growing madness. ®️ Jasmine Law ✨ June 03, 2026.