The kind I'd get married to...

I don’t want a love that builds over time.I don’t want a slow burn. I want the sudden.The kind of love that hits like lightning... instant, electric, and impossible to ignore.I want someone who looks at me once and knows they’re done looking, completely obsessed, and utterly ruined by the thought of me... Not someone who needs a curated version of me.Not someone who falls in love after scrolling through my feed or reading a witty comment.Not someone nudged in my direction by a mutual friend.No. Not that kind...I want someone who loves me before I even open my mouth. Before I do a single thing to deserve it. Before I even know they exist.Someone who looks at me and just knows... that... that’s mine! I want someone so obsessed with me, they lose sleep thinking about how I taste.Someone who calls mein the middle of a meeting just to whisper, “I can’t stop picturing you wrapped around me.”Someone who stares at my photos like they’re sacred porn — not just because I’m sexy, but because I’m theirs. Someone who spoils me not to buy my love, but because they can’t stand the thought of me not having everything I desire.Who sends me money just because I looked too good to leave the house without dripping in gold.Someone who says, “You looked so pretty today, baby. Check your account.” That kind of love makes me a sinner. I want to fall so hard, so deep, that I practically worship their body like it’s a holy site...I want to give head like it’s the last thing I’ll ever do.The slow, sloppy, filthy kind.The kind where I’m on my knees, eyes locked, drool spilling out the corners of my mouth as I suck every inch like my life depends on it.The kind where I spit on the tip and let it trail down the shaft, then catch it at the bottom, then go even deeper.Where I pull off just to say, “You taste like everything I’ve ever wanted.” I want them to know they own me when I moan with their hands gripping my hips.When they bend me over, and I arch for them... open, dripping, eager.I want the kind that has me taking yoga, not for peace, but so I can twist into positions that let them ruin me properly. I want to become their personal fantasy... but better. Real. Raw. Right there in their bed, in their car, in the back of a dark club bathroom with my dress hitched up and my dignity left behind. I want to look back at them with a smirk and say, “You’re the only one I’ll ever get like this for.”Because it’s true. No one else would deserve it. I want a love that takes over me. That makes me forget who I was before them.Someone I’d cook for, cry for, ride like a slayer for.Someone who breaks me apart and puts me back together with their tongue. Someone I don’t just want to fuck — I want to serve. And when we’re done? I want to be a mess in their lap, makeup smeared, legs shaking, saying “I’ve never felt anything like this before.” That’s the kind of person I want to marry.Not the safe kind. Not the sweet kind.The kind that gets my toes curled.The one who sees me...all of me...and wants more...

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