1453.

Summer ends in a
haze of longing, unfulfilled.
A fall to renew.

1452.

If only your faith
could dress my skin and shore up
bones for safekeeping.

1451.

Sometimes I want to
rub my mouth against yours just
to taste those feelings.

1450.

I swear that his words
offer promises and sweet
succor. Intended.

1449.

A crawling hunger
to sate the beast inside. Set
for constant failure.

1448.

The push and pull of
romance only forces an
empty confusion.

1447.

The unvoiced longing
in my throat stays set to choke.
Self masochism.