She only wanted him to want her. She only ever wanted people to want her. The moment they expected her to love them, the charm rubbed off. Each kiss became an accusation, every touch a blame. How could they demand such silly feelings from her? Here she was, worshipping their desire, their desperate need of her, and then they asked for feelings? For love, which always meant commitment? She wanted to feel the deeper side of life, a wordless intimacy, an animal embrace, devoid of superficial promises and full to the brim with a shameless passion, the purity of pleasure.
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Poetrysuppose Truth was a woman... * * * A collection of poems & thoughts about life and death and everything in between. * * * Disclaimer: Everything you read here was collected directly from my notes and journals, so please excuse any excess passion or...
