The heat between us radiated like a boiling kettle

Skin touching skin like water in the cup

Our bodies stirred together and her eyes sparkled like white sugar

The milky moon poured it's light across her skin as the night brewed away

Her lips tasted of a strong fresh coffee

The kiss was hot but I wanted more.

~p.w

I went to a therapist last week.
I've got some things wrong with me.
Turns out I have SPD.
With lots of other "tendencies."
And a part of me wanted to be told,
That I fit the 'normal mold'.
But another part of me wanted validation.
Validation, meaning that what I felt,
Wasn't my imagination.
That's what I got.
And it thickens the plot.
At least I know I'm not insane.
I have these things to blame.
Or is it my brain?
To blame?
I guess,
Maybe everything,
Is to blame.
Including me.