Desire draped in delusion.
Dashed hopes and the slow decay of decades of past identities.
Debauchours deeds, doom scrolling, and days wasted dreaming.
I close my eyes only to find a distorted wasteland of pleasure and impulse.
Pulsing, like blood moving through my veins.
I squirm, trying to escape the delay, a kaleidoscope of devotion and dopamine.
Finally, release coming in mind-bending, conscious expanding ecstasy.
📸 @luisprocess
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