Is it the artist or the art,
That defines the contents of the heart?

~LC~

A good metaphor for life is a man trying to eat soup out of a spaghetti strainer
He goes super fast
Cause hes trying to get the good stuff
But no matter how much he gets
He just ends up with a bunch of soup off over his pants
And then he dies of old age eventually

I am not good at metaphors.

My mouth waters,
My fingers ache,
I gasp,
Bite my lip,
My hips buck,
My legs lock,
I am stricken for a moment.

With want,
Need,
Lust,
Hormones,
Fire,
Desire.

I ache,
Beg,
To touch you
With my fingertips
Mouth
Palms
Teeth,

To explore every plane of your
Body
I can get to

Allow me
To savor
Every bit of you

For I will treasure you,
And every way you make me
My body
Feel.

You forget the feel of their skin
The smell of their clothes
The warmth of their breath
You look at a picture
and there is no recognition
You dig in your mind
To find them
But they’re not there
You try to find a memory
But it’s faded out of view
Life has taken your feelings
Your thoughts
Your memories
It has a way
Of allowing you to forget
So you have room
To heal