Almost flesh


I just got a new obsession

I'm happy, I just got a new drilling object

that makes my soul moan and sigh

it's an object with clearer and clearer shapes and boundaries

it's getting so solid I can almost touch it, almost feel it

under my soul's fingertips



She's such a kinky mass of subtle energies

she makes me ashamed for what she can forge out of nothing

and yet I yearn for her to wake up again when she's asleep



She can turn glimpses into hard sculpted pieces of almost flesh



And from the outside you can barely see her, I dare you

to spot her in my words



but in the eyes



oh, in the eyes



she's alive and burning



she wakes up like a female, whatever that means

she moves like she could stroke the world's surface with her sex

paint it with wet desire and love

embrace it and welcome it and hold it tight

she's everything but exclusive - but she's selective

don't force the door if not open



and today



she wants to eat you



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