It's Zenobia

He escapes Into waves, Barrels that narrow His sights Center his focus His hope is To find something  In that air That fills his lungs Just one perfect  Moment Fresh, clean things I just can’t reach  From the bottom  Of this ocean So I sift through sand And time Going  Through the motions

I passed a window And caught a glimpse Of my reflection My intention Was to simply  Look away But my gaze  Strayed  To my mouth My lips Somehow  Seeing them Made me think How much I wanted A kiss Pressed  Against them  Soft At first, then Something extra Something deeper Something keeping My breath  Caught At my throat Something that begged Me  To hope For a second For more minutes With your tongue Teasing my own I caught of glimpse  Of me And ached right them  To make you mine To take you  Home

It is  with complete  and utter  resistance that I  admit this that I am willing  to say out loud right now that I want myself felt  by the nerves in your fingertips the skin on your waiting lips it breaks me  in a way  to be this splayed  by feelings by needing by the part of me  that is base humanity, animal  hunger  thunders  through my veins  and I remain unable to break away to reason  to be in  any amount of control I am  enthralled  by your scent  devolved from solid  and strength to a weeping  wet mess of need desperate  greed for the fusion  of bodies ours for hours no heed  to sun or stars we cycle slow like the moon we ebb  we flow we reach we peak soon soon soon so much  of us  just a blur of softened bones of moans of teeth and sheets and we  as one  with no regrets expect  from me  my need to keep  this to myself to...

I wait sighing, cursing, breathing heavy, ready for life to be different I wilt in the humid heat of repeated defeat I think and plan on paper and later in the dark hours in my head as I lay in bed awake - again, and then I wait for fate to meet me halfway to lead me to the magic I deserve the future I am worth