love truth
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As the paint-soaked brush lightly glossed the enamel of my nails, I felt the cool purple color brighten up my mood. Until, my mother said, “You’re painting your nails pink?!
Pale, skinny, short, and bearded.
You make my legs quake, my skin yearns for your touch, anxious for you.
No, not anxious excited
anxious longing
anxious wanting
anxious beyond compare
Sweet touch of nothingness
the rising love is tingling
Seen the lines, jaggedness.
The love is kicking in,
The oneness is bizarre
and am in love, in the scent when I am not here
