Craving creativity such as hers. Like how she strokes the tip of my imagination as i enter her thoughts, physically we portray....

A warm, rather untouched now touched, bent over, backwards, sidewards, inwards outwards no words...  but screams of yes and moans of O..  no NO's but more that we know..

As she ***** my soul, i lick her funky emotions. Piercing all the way up into her mind so she can feel what im thinking..  my inner beast met with her inner peace and romance in chaos is born.

As the chaos grows, so do the feelings, an innate yet unflourished scandle that leaves bodies sweating and eyes fixed. An affair of love from one-night standing now some whathabitual. For she is my habitual lover.

Thousands of miles apart in my summer where I'm most cold, yet our chaotic affair ignites again in winter..

Habitual, ******, infectious, scandalous, raw...  an untamed and uncut
Midnight romance.

I promise you not to eat,
Swear I did not have cake today,
Please believe me. But where is
the change in my body, where are
the skinny legs and sticking out knees, where is
that flat stomach
unflourished and infertile womb.

I promise you that the next time
He takes off our dress
which remained size six,
The next time,
I promise you
He will see the skeleton we are built of.

The boy will greet us with flowers
we cannot accept.

I promise you I will drink only water,
Feed on my thoughts
And burn those skin cells out.