If The Moon Were Full I’d Be Howling Inside

feeling everything intensely is my curse

sorry for how I acted when there were multiple noises happening at the same time

it turns me on to know I turn you on

"match my freak" match my devotion match my loyalty match my love match my yearning match my ache match my obbession match my need for you

need to be on top of a femme kissing and nuzzling into their neck while I’m inside them. their nails tightening on my shoulders as I rock my hips into them, lost in the smell of their skin and how desperately I need them

once you start paying attention to birds and bugs the world becomes so magical

if you’re not paying attention to trees and how they sway in the wind then what are you even doing

craving a pretty femme bent over my mattress while I rail her, my belly warm against her as I turn her into a mess underneath all of my weight

when the freak wears out and you realize that under the freak you really just want to be held, cared for and wanted.