"Louise, in this single bed, between these garish sheets, I will find a map as likely as any treasure hunt. I will explore you and mine you and you will redraw me according to your will. We shall cross one another’s boundaries and make ourselves one nation. Scoop me in your hands for I am good soil. Eat of me and let me be sweet."

"You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope."

i miss the weight of my man
the warmth of his skin as his molds into mine
how he gently pulls the hair at the nape of my neck when he kisses me, and then pulls harder when…
the slight salt of his skin on my tongue and lips, his taste
when he traces my features with his fingertips, learns my textures
and goddamn his eyes, he sees my soul

i miss the weight of my man

Dear Universe,

I am ready to receive.

Thank you in advance!

- j