I’m tired of snuggling up to it.
Tired of nuzzling my nose into the word’s nape.
Tired of spooning my life into the concept.
I’d much prefer to see how my body would curl around lust.
How my breaths would match passion’s.
How my heart would beat in time to adoration.
Until then, I’ll sleep with perseverance and dream.
Post-note: Where this came from, I have no idea. Hopefully no siblings will follow… By the way, 763 words written yesterday. Their siblings quite welcome.