The craving of flesh and pleasure drive
home a thirst inside me so strong it leaves me hollow.
I imagine finding a man’s eyes who could
fill me up the same way you do a pitcher.
The flowers are dying outside and I resent
how badly I wish a man could say my
name and remind me why I’m alive.
Jun 13, 2025
Jun 13, 2025 at 8:36 AM UTC
The craving of flesh and pleasure drive
home a thirst inside me so strong it leaves me hollow.
I imagine finding a man’s eyes who could
fill me up the same way you do a pitcher.
The flowers are dying outside and I resent
how badly I wish a man could say my
name and remind me why I’m alive.