I crave to stain your lips with my name Easing every syllable, vowel, and consonant across your tongue Excavating into the base of your throat Edging through your lungs Becoming your every breath and sigh alike.
I desire to drip my mind down your back Lacing every thought I can through the notches of your spine Allowing ideas to glide across tranquil shoulder blades Enable my intellect to become your most sumptuous support system.
I necessitate tracing my soul across your collarbone Purr my subconscious into the deepest crevices of your chest Inspire my pneuma up and down your incomparable neck.
I can make you feel meaningful again, Touch me so I don't feel so empty anymore.
there was a draft of this published under the same title (now titled empty first draft) and I said I would edit it but I never did then someone I adore challenged me to edit it so here we are with a considerably beautiful final to an unfinished thought.