Quilted Blanket on a wooden floor
Red Zinfandel Turley
An Intellectual Mind
Savoring for Physical Satisfaction
A Desire I simply can not explain
Keys on the Piano
Thrust of Passion
Glances of absolute hunger
Beauty of the human state
How do we explain that…
Life is longing for itself
We want to connect with one another
How do we that on a level that we are afraid of?
I want to know you
Not just the smell of chanel
Or those fancy words you learned at Harvard
I want to feel your soul
Let me return to my erotic exotic goddess self
Teach me your ways
Teach me how to love you
And your brothers
Because as much as we want to fight you
I see myself in you
You are my other half