The fullmoon glow trickles
into the stillness
of my empty room,
where I lie awake,
naked atop cool sheets,
burning.
I feel your presence
wrapped around me,
warming yourself
with my wantonness,
my desire to be,
to be part of something,
part of something supernatural,
craving the same thing,
eternal love,
forever.
Dec 17, 2013
Dec 17, 2013 at 4:39 AM UTC
The fullmoon glow trickles
into the stillness
of my empty room,
where I lie awake,
naked atop cool sheets,
burning.
I feel your presence
wrapped around me,
warming yourself
with my wantonness,
my desire to be,
to be part of something,
part of something supernatural,
craving the same thing,
eternal love,
forever.
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