It's my favorite thing. The only thing I can do to settle myself. So full of pleasure, so satisfying. I'm overwhelmed in my fantasy that I can't bring myself to believe the touch of reality. The feeling of connecting to another; one being. I want it more every time I do it. Doing it makes me believe I love. Once more the taste disolves into my soul, threatening my sanity.
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Infinity
PoetryA dazzling view of words. Multiple perspectives of life and my deepest thoughts and feelings. I write to relieve it all. Thanks for reading! ~Highest rank: #102 in poetry~
