when it isn't the sex that is craved... truths come from outta nowhere wanting to be saved... from the feel of a body pressed against the flesh... to the comfort of sound trough convo felt in the chest... when flings ain't what catches the attention of the mind... a friend is needed to ease the thoughts that linger in time... wanting another the walk through the imaginations reel... as patience wait on the moment to actually feel something real... when desires look for a more simpler way to be... self tends to live to touch luv n open up to a more basic attempt to claim a better sense of free... loosening all the bottled up intent held within... creating a passion willing to expose the use of emotions grip... when curiosities have settle the nerve... n there's something other then orgasms one seems to miss as a worth... life isn't quite the same as it was prior to admitting relations would be so fuckin nice... wondering who it could be to fulfill the void well past the initial hype...
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