I was sure my inspiration was gone dry as an Arctic desert but… some people are like that one drop of water or that one tiny spark that you need to take one more step, reach for that sip, bleed just a little more ink.
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This unwanted wanting
The nameless need that I proclaim
This is what comes from our talking
The rain is falling
Keep falling rain
Take me back there again
This afternoon should be tangled sheets
Sweat slick bodies and years of famine finally sated
But it’s a tricksy email, fancy footwork
Ties that bind and can’t get off work
This nameless need that knows my name
Knows my heart and screws my brain
This wanting and endless taunting
Never stop sweet Blue Eyes
It’s good to be wanted
Better to be needed
I love all these thwarted tries
And the ache between my thighs
And I’ll never audibly proclaim
This ever the same, naming you my need
For the wanted, leaves me haunted
Sweet, hot spill of your seed…
~ kei
27 November 2015
Is this afternoon delight? Maybe… probably just absolute shite… but you can always find me here and yourself too, on the days you feel you’ve lost those hard, sharp pieces of your fiery youth. They live forever inside my words… and so do we.
Not keeping this on Unconfined. I kinda like it and I kinda want the world to know that some things never change, even if they can’t ever be.
Oh! And yes. Yes, I do write for you. Still.