Leather

I want my man like I want
my books: warm to touch,
smooth on the inside but
rough along the edges,
leather-bound with a hard
back, filled with sordid
stories to tell.
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Why do we always long for
the things that would lead us
to complete destruction?
The way I am craving for you.
My skin misses the messy scrawl
of your touch. My muscles ache
with need. I want to feel you in
the mornings and taste you in
the night, my soul years for
yours. I am craving for you.

Day 24, #naughtynovembernoir, hosted by @elle12368, @bluelotus.kamikazeheart, @__got2haveit, @wild.cherry69xo and moi

Wanderlust

And when I say I will run, I do not mean escape.
I will fly on wings made out of what I overflow with, wings made out of content sighs and satisfied breaths. I’ll disappear around the curve of the world, far enough  that I won’t be forgotten, but far enough that I won’t be here. I will be somewhere else, breathing different air, soaking up new light, meeting new people, touching new lives.. Yes, that will be enough. I hope.