Diary entry: 7/31/17

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Artist: http://jana-brike.squarespace.com

You want nothing more than the bare, sweet flesh from my bones. Turning me into your favorite fresh fruit dish. I want more than this and you are aware but my wants are in vain. You and I both know there could never be more. I’m just willing to give myself however you will take me. How can I be so obsessed with a man like you?

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Diary entry: 8/17/17

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Breathe, Eyes. Memory. (2015) – Marcia Michael

Just the image of your hands alone drives me to the edge and I want your fingers to meet me there. Dive in. Feel deeply around. Maybe even whisper how excited i am to be with you, again. I have missed your touch. And your skin. The beautiful hue of a golden night sky lay so tightly against you. Your skin. I want our bodies to be pressed against each other. I woke up feeling feverish this morning at the thought of you tearing off my clothes and feeding your insatiable appetite.

My lover, you are just…. I can’t get enough.

There are levels…

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And mountains. And peaks. That rise and sway. That move and speak. The Valley between each mountain and peak runs wild, especially when the full moon affects the tides. Waters become rough and furious, there’s a strong current ready to pull those near and far into the downward spiral that is woman. I am woman and I need The Valley to be touched, softly. Feel the senses heighten with movement. With speech. The levels are rising as the cycle ends. Can you feel the heat coming off the nearest flesh? I am but flesh in dire need to be sowed and reaped. Fertile grounds dancing in the wombs of woman. I can bare the seeds of life just nourish me, deeply. I’ll continue this song and dance for as long as the moon fills the sky.

I am woman. 

Ready and ripe.

I am moon.

Full and powerful.