my constant mind

And I especially love imagining being imagined

I lust for all the small details and intimate layers of someone

To be the feeling you crave forever, the wanting I could disappear into.

Take me to hands that know how to hold me, to words that were only ever meant for me.

It’s so cruel to want so much. I want and I want. Everything. Draw me closer. Keep me there. Let me stay.

I’m only drawn to hands that are starving for only me, over and over.

Cover me with your favorite words. Trace your favorite thoughts across my skin.

But I’m so drawn to overly intimate and dreamy words that are just meant for me. Glide your favorite thoughts over my skin, tell me I’m only yours.

And I dream too much and I think too much and I want with a depth that’s consuming me.

I love everything that feels dreamy, like my soul is overflowing through every part of me.