i'm a slut, in all sense of the word.
its difficult to form connections, knowing that when people get to know you well enough they'll pull away. so i fast track the process. i melt them under my fingertips and unravel them with my tongue.
no matter how close i am to them, how close they get, its never enough. i want more. i want to merge bodies, merge souls. anything to feel less alone. anything to feel less bored. even if its just for short bursts of time.
it gnaws at me otherwise. insatiable hunger. knocks at my doors and creeps in under them when i'm not looking. sheer boredom. with everything; who i am, who others are, life itself. the repetition hurts me. the stagnation kills me. unless i shake things up.
and whats shakier than sharing a bed with someone else? little else compares. it invigorates me. it gives me life in a way so few things do. it makes me feel alive.