I keep wanting to write but it requires me to get into that uncomfortable head space where there are tears. I am fearful that once the fog fades there will be too much clarity. What can I hold on to once the pain is gone?
I have a sincere and stirring desire to be intimate with you. There’s a deep longing for your kisses and caresses. You’re like a forbidden fruit that I dare not touch. You aren’t meant for me nor am I meant for you.