You're like a forbidden fruit. Yet, there is nothing that ties us. I feel a natural high as I think of us together. It's a drug now. Intense sensation that wants me to just let you consume my soul. Forever connected by hedonism. Yes, I used a word you taught me. Flower me into your lotus. Mold me into your image. I never want this feeling to end. I wanna feel so wet and vulnerable I cry. Teach me. I will allow myself to be yours if only for a moment. I'll be sad if it ever ends. Searching for the pleasure I feel now that's not quite satisfied yet.. for when we do collide, I hope I satisfy you as much as you'll satisfy me.
Written February 28, 2019
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