about a girl

Somewhere
you’re out there.

Sipping coffee in a café
poring over a good book;
lounging at home on a lazy Sunday
buried under a mountain of blankets.

How’s the weather this time of year?

Are the trees in bloom
and the birds chirping their songs?
Or is everything slowing to a standstill
as Mother Nature settles in for her annual slumber?

I wonder
how do you wear your hair these days?

Do you let it down
or put it up in a ponytail?
Do you dye it bright colors
or let it glow in its natural beauty?

I think about you all the time:
how your hand fits perfectly in mine
how your laughter illuminates the room
how your warm embrace feels after a long day.

Tell me
do you feel it, too?

The yearning:
an endless void
an aching of the heart
a gaping cavity that can’t seem to be filled.

To desire
and to be desired—
this I crave more than anything.

I want you to love me.

Kiss me
caress me
stroke my hair
whisper into my ear.

Call me pretty.
Tell me everything will be okay.

I need you to fuck me.

Choke me
bend me over
spit in my mouth
make me your bitch.

Ravage me.
Make me cum.

Slowly suffocating
my hunger for you is a raging torrent.

I’m told it’s better this way
so I’m spared the heartbreak
but I don’t mind if you hurt me.

For if only a short time
it will have been worth it to have been loved by you.