Yes, I yearn. Ignited, the yearning devours; I’m learning to dismiss the hours in which I burn inside. Yes. I yearn. And the world keeps turning and no one sees The ocean of flame, I’m siezed By a fiery riptide. Carried away. I yearn. for the touch of drunken lust I starve, needing a touchContinueContinue reading “The crux of modern romance”
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