Every time somebody messages me to tell me that they appreciate my writing it makes me so unbelievably happy. You guys have no idea.
Only (for you)
Lay your
existence
upon mine
and make love
to my mind,
let me swallow
your intellect
and feel
you deep
in thought
as you fill
every crevice
of my soul
with your sweet
unyielding tempo.
Take it slow
and we’ll make
discoveries
within each other,
loving,
touching me
with every lick
of enlightenment;
breathe a sigh
of delight meant
for my ears,
secrets meant
for my hands,
and love meant
for my lips
only.
I am on another level of irritated, insecure, and moody today. I just really need to weed, ice cream, and sleep. Is that so much to ask?


