I sometimes wish I had a lover.

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I fall asleep to the sound of a storm, wind, and rain battering the house. The shadows crawl on the walls and paint a picture of something vulnerable and mild.

I picture a lover, a force to be reckoned with, a smile that knows all, and the whispering of sweet words.

And if I am honest, our bond is more than words. It is intangible. An infinite desire that has neither a beginning nor an end. It has always been there, waiting.

I swear we drowned tonight in this sea of desire: you and I looking for a lost god or a thought.

That must have been it. We were looking for salvation in the ocean of desire. Connecting lips and thought. My hands on yours, your clothes on the ocean floor.

I must have drowned in your kisses and sweet words.
I doubt there is an afterlife for our kind. Our kin does not survive well with the unknown; we do not thrive without the touch another.

This is too much. And never enough. Let me sink my teeth into you, remove your boundaries. We are fools, so alike and broken. We are so twisted by desire and sanity — building walls from our emotions.

And yet drowning in a sea of the unknown. Burning with a fire that nothing can quench. I want you to break me and hold me close. I want to bind your flesh with mine — mindless melting of words.

There are no sounds here. Just desire and a storm.