i cant sleep with the anticipation that you’re not here with me, when will i get to hear from you in my moment of paralysis.
i cant stop thinking about how much i want you, to feel you, for you to just hold me. its not about the ***, its not the ****** moist feeling ******* out of me, its not the penetrations.
i cant restrain myself from letting everything go and giving you all i have. im not even sure if you want my existence in your presence, but it feels inviting, and i want to be in your presence.
i don’t want to be that loose string hanging off your tee shirt that you somehow just cant seem to get off, but i do feel like i am.
please dont chew me up then spit me out. it would hurts and just thinking about it hurts.