August 2010
2 posts
I want you to climb inside me. Here, in this lonely aching place. It’s not a sad place really. No. It’s a wanting place. A place where I am. Where my flesh is. Where everything about me being here reinforces that you are not.
Sometimes I lull myself into forgetting that I want you. That I need you in my ears and in my hands and in my eyes and in my cunt and in my heart. That I long...