Poetry (words)

Still.

There are no scenarios without you. No fantasy where you do not exist. Whoever I am in those moments I am always me, always yours. 

I am vulnerable yet completely in control. I am tied but shackle free. All these things that I become, because of who I’ve chosen to be. 

I can’t look at you without hunger, you’re the pounding in my soul. The times I’ve spent devouring you, are the times I’m completely whole.

This satisfaction belongs to you and I’m drowning in it still. 

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