What is it like for the girls in-between? What do we see when the sun goes down and the lights go out and we’re left to our own devices?
At one moment, it’s the murky midnight blue of boys that is our downfall. Just a hint of their piercing eyes and skinny chests and the great powerful beasts that live between their legs are we’re turned inside-out. We want to see what will happen when we give ourselves over to the risk of biology. We want to be consumed, and filled, and wanted for the softness of our flesh.
Moments later it could be the soft rising folds of other girls that cause our eyes to close and our hearts to beat fast and our ears to burn. We want someone just like us, warm and soft and sweet vanilla sugar, eaten up by the spoonful.
Our aphrodisiac is the world. No citizen is free from our affections. One day we’ll devour you all.