No matter how much I desire to be held tenderly I can't allow myself to feel that loving gaze. I sense your desire to become a part of me when I am already whole. I have no empty place for you but I want to share space temporarily. I just need someone to warm my bed not dreams or sweet kisses like so many would prefer. I want to be hated and used beaten and bruised in the end silent devotion to shared motion. Only thing shared is romance instead and that isn't an attraction I can decipher.






















