Sunday, October 30, 2011
Quiet Now, Don't Wake the Beast (Oct 29 2011)
Need so great it transends time, draws me nearer to you in spirit if not body. Hands that don't (do) touch skin they've never touched. Aching for release, with (in) (around) each other. Running, running so fast that if maybe I don't stop the desire will be left behind. Teasing fingers from a ghost of you on me and it catches up again. I want. I need. I swell with desire in places damp from longing and an oh so quiet groan escapes my lips as my own hands wander where yours have left marks that almost burn on my soul, my skin. Yours, I am yours and I melt at the thought of release at your demand.