Category: her plus heart equals hurt

There is no cure for care.The unstoppable haunting of chronic wanting.This fire, called desire. This disease called need. This inarticulate pain for a particulars nameyou orate in vain, Cycling thru your brain. It’s saying your insane. Again and again you prayfor a gain to reclaim. Enticing and exciting, with an urge to purgeyour vanity, exiling…

I’m inspiredadmiring her perspire the poetry of sweat, slowly exposed, growing wetby the stroke pen, we become each others pet go downlike flowing drinksit grows then drownsas it sinks I only breathwhen she blinks kingof submissive kink we paint the world pinklinkedcuz we think in ink