My aggression is despression when I can't see her face.
My aggression is despression when her voice echoes in my head.
It's outta control when I cannot eat her 🍰 cake.
It becomes a frustration of space in between.
Every second of everyday she's stuck on my mind.
Insatiable appetite calling her at night.
All my gentle touches placed on her soft skin, hunting me recent times.
What she had to offer was an addictive type of lust.
Will our paths cross again? Time will only tell.
1000 Feelings and emotions were expressed in one night 🌃.
©finel
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