My thighs ache with hunger for release
And tears stream down my face
176 Days Since I saw you last
And felt your sweet caress of silver.
I feel you rising up inside
Engulfing my lungs and
With every breath you grow.
I must resist.
I will do everything,
Everything.
To divert your attention.
But I only manage to divert it to my wrists.
Sep 11, 2017
Sep 11, 2017 at 4:53 PM UTC
My thighs ache with hunger for release
And tears stream down my face
176 Days Since I saw you last
And felt your sweet caress of silver.
I feel you rising up inside
Engulfing my lungs and
With every breath you grow.
I must resist.
I will do everything,
Everything.
To divert your attention.
But I only manage to divert it to my wrists.