I am

You’re right. I’m insatiable. I move through my days with an altered want. Never feeling whole, always wanting more. I’m hungry. I’m aching. I’m disquiet in sensibility. And I hide it so well. I’m ambiguous. I’m distraught. I’m fiery with wet imagination. I’m breathing deep trying to pull you closer. I’m a mess. Cultivated inContinue reading “I am”


Eyes close in the ache of a constant crave. I’m remembering your touch. Delicate but deliberate. Remembering your face, quintessentially beautiful. Remembering the feel, mind open… Body’s open. Remembering your taste, salty and sweet. It’s such a smooth collide. I know not what you want from me, As I become a beggar lustfully crawling forContinue reading “september”