naked comfort

i’m so broken baby
so so broken
beaten by the wringing agony of loss

and your touch is like a hug to my soul.

your fingers wipe away tears
buried in my thighs when you caress me
erase that feeling of wanting to run
far
until i can’t breathe and don’t feel anything
but the acid in my veins from too much excertion

oh
to not feel anything…
it’s what i thought i wanted
to not feel anything…

what a better digression
feeling you
feeling me
watching you watch me watch you

sighing at such sweet intimacy
not needing to worry about anything
past this moment

no burning like the ache of my soul
no longing to make the arch of my back in the palm of your hand
mean anything but
pleasure.

the pieces of me may fit back together yet….

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About the Author

My name is Love refers to the poetic expression of my Yoruba name. Literally it's closer to "I loved her since she was in my belly" or less crudely "I loved her since she was created". Poetic translation, "loved since conception." Which is fitting because when I love, that's how I love. This blog is a personal recounting of all the things I love, people past and present, places, things, hobbies, life.

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