I want the familiarity of a touch. I want the closeness that comes from having them inside you. The kind that leaches out to other things. The conversations that can be about anything and the knowledge of them that can only come from the times they let go.
Category: Writings
Stay
Say it to me. Say it with the longing I feel. Say it with the obvious ache inside. We use words like hunger, need, and consume. I want to hear, "Stay." I want to hear it in a way that shows me you feel all those things. That you feel our connection is worthy of… Continue reading Stay
Heart Beat
I got to watch my heart beat today. Sometimes I am surprised that it can still do that. The technician apologized for being quiet, but I said no worries. I am just writing bad poetry in my head. And I was. Something about how my heart beats for you. I wonder if you know that.… Continue reading Heart Beat
Owned
We talk a lot about my holes being his to use and abuse. If his fingers want to dive deep into my core (or up my nose), he has free rein over me and my body. And there are parts of him that I can't wait to get a hold of myself. Maybe not just… Continue reading Owned
Closeness
There is a bit of security in the physical closeness you have with someone so what do you do when you don’t have that? What happens if I want to know the smell of them and the feeling of their touch? How do I cope with that feeling of missing something special?
Lisa Gray 