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.