When I live my life in first person for too long, too many times that’s when my ego and pride starts to build back up again.

Those are the moments the stories begin and that is the time fear becomes alive.

The confidences becomes superior.

My eyes 5% tint, devils intent.

My adrenaline starts to rush on hearing the sound of her moan each time I put it in and they spit my mouth and I spit it on my tip. The adrenaline comes back knowing when they are so wet they can’t feel anything anymore. So I’ll bring all the pain and toys next… Just to bring the five senses back. The ruler of all the shades of sex.

“The Mind of Lorenzo”

I identify as I,

no longer Tre today.

How long will I be here for?