The cursor blinked, I couldn’t help but think. I had twenty things to say, so early in the day. My mind was clear,  I’d waited a year. But still…nil.

Why was there weakness in my communication, how would I ever rule a nation.

Oh why must I overthink? Yet still the cursor blinks. This should be quite easy, you don’t seem sleazy. A particular breed long forgotten, a need long replaced with the rotten.

How, pray tell, should I share my need, without seeming like a bad seed. Your touch may be my demise,  if I don’t drown in those eyes.

Blink, blink… I can’t think. I’m feeling the pressure. Above and beyond measure. Your goodness I treasure.

Though I do adore it so when you get ravenous, taking me to an edge that is perilous.

I drift into a daydream,  I forget about the phone screen. Maybe that was the whole point,  I roll another joint. I bite my lower lip, in which your teeth often sink. My need is heightened, leaving my sanity frightened. Still no words emanate, thus I’m bound to my needy state.


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