Nothing gives me joy better than having someone run their fingers all over your body, analyzing every stretch mark, scar, weirdly placed mole, dimples, cellulite, and still calls me beautiful.
When I’m bored and with my partner, you’d catch me doing wild things like flicking your nose and inspecting your body like a curious child. I’ll also ask you a million and one questions while biting your arm or something.
At this point we’re so drawn away from each other, there’s no time for conversation. This type of talk will break a mans heart anyways.
Most of the time I end up sitting in my room crying in silence wishing not to exist. Wanting to go unnoticed but everyone seems to notice. I just really need to be alone, but there’s no privacy here so I can never be truly by myself
I just want someone I can feed.
I want you to heal my body of it’s pain with more pain.