Stirring
Chills
Devouring Attention
Like a sponge
Im soaked
I dry
I'm Soaked
In preperation
For pleasure?
I would sacrafice much in persuit of lust
Is there more to it than that...
The holding
The silence
How do I get him to come to me
common ground is strong
attraction is sound
Where will I find Flaw in such perfection
All things racing through my head
Such minimal flaw and conflict
Used to say I needed the conflict in order to be happy and I think
I was wrong
I used to think inspiration came from this conflict and
again, I was wrong
now I realize I could have created more with less of it
out of understanding and solice
a kind of peace
I wonder if and hope it will last