Can you?

Can you feel me, my breath in your ear? Can you smell my scent on your skin? I am lingering over the crevices and peaks of your body. Can you hear me when I moan into your shoulder? My nails digging into your flesh. Can you sense the urgency in each kiss? A touch like fire. An ending like ash. Can you see the look in my eyes? Raw and consuming. This is what I offer you. Always.



Categories: Addiction, Anxiety, bipolar disorder, Depression, Homeopathic Remedies, Mental Health, OCD, Poetry, Self Esteem, self-care, Writing

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