Tonight, My mouth bathes in the thought of you. It isn’t sex I hunger for. Not fairy tale romance Or happy ever after. I want your mind, Your thoughts, Your darkest motivations And most depraved secrets. The things that scare … Continue reading
I’m captured by you.
Bound by you.
Tortured by you.
Turned on by you.
Thrilled by you.
Hurt by you.
Consumed by you.
You make me laugh.
You make me cry.
You sicken me.
You control me.
I can’t put you down.
I can’t escape you.
I can’t erase you.
I am yours.
This second, this minute, this hour.
Until I turn the last page.
I am your reader.
That title could be referring to traumatic injuries, natural disasters, or really bad haircuts. More likely it is all reminiscent of a bedtime story, which one day I will probably tell.
I was thinking of beginning it now, but the sky is so blue, and the warmth of this summer day has sucked the desire to write away from me. Koontz, my Mountain Dew, and the porch swing are calling me.
Till we meet again…
I’m starting to think maybe I should increase my vocabulary or at least use a dictionary of synonyms before I title my posts. appetizer NOUN 1. food served before main course: a small dish of food served at the beginning … Continue reading
