“Reason is powerless in the expression of love.”
— Rumi
— Rumi
i curl upon myself
sliding fingers deep.
your voice echoes
in my ear.
“here I am,
loving you,
fucking you.”
your breath is fire
upon my arousal
even across the miles.
my skin slicks and softens
as my desire pulses
and grows tight
around this surrogate you.
the rush sings
across my body.
i am completely undone.
wetness is my bed.
my heart whispers the casting,
“don’t leave me.”
