It’s scratching at my skin, burrowing in my bones. It’s like a nuclear bomb on each and every nerve. Gnawing, grinding, greasing up my gears for the take off. The taste, the temptation the timeless, tedious tasks of the turn on. Announcing I’m alive in all aspects. Whispering wants and ways for whatever makes us weak. Creating countless questions quivering in my gut. You, you make me young and yielding. I don’t get it… doubt of the desire in my dreams for days. Does this make sense? So can I soon succumb to social standards? Tell me truths.
I wrote this almost exactly a year ago. Retrospect is amazing.
You’re what’s going to fill me up physically and mentally. You’re my reciprocation for the good things I’ve done and the grievances I’ve suffered. You’re what’s going to expand my mind. You’re what’s going to inspire me. You’re what’s going to motivate me. You’re what’s going to make me happy.
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