I was so wrapped up in being loved, I had forgotten to Love my own self.
Something of little importance, yet with self awareness. A glimpse of a future, while standing in the present moment. Trying to remain contained but I couldn’t compose it. Hopeful and intrigued. You captured me. My body longs for yours next to mine. Wanting us so completely and deeply entwined. Sweat dripping down, hot as the summer sun. In my spirit you were the only one. Waiting patiently for that point of no return. Where I couldn’t grasp thoughts anymore, when I allow my physical to take control. You have me right where you want me, So far in. I can’t forget the feel of your breath upon my skin. The panting and moaning, love making and groaning. I believe solely in this act for procreation and nothing else. But it was simply just self-fornication, because in the end I fucked myself. This is a True Story, Between Just One Man and Also Me.
Fornication, Love, confusion.
Love, Lust, and Hatred