Imaginary Hermit

“The edge of the sink cuts off exactly where your imagination is supposed to start”

You like to pretend you’re so steady until a hand heavy with years finds the curve of your neck. A hand prominent with a lifetime of strength, wrapping around a throat so soft it practically begs to be ruined. Suddenly the age gap isn't just numbers ..it's a heavy, breathless reality. Tell me you don’t want to be guided exactly like what I described: head tilted back, completely undone by someone who has learned exactly where a woman breaks.

Just me, the ghost in the dark, quietly waiting to get noticed by the one that can shine her light upon my soul and fill my very essence with color.

There is a wild, intoxicating heat to the way you exist on my screen, and it has a reclusive mind like mine wandering down paths it hasn't walked in a while.

Thank you very much ☺️❤️