999 Lunar Days Of Insanity

It’s been 999… lunar days of insanity.

Sun rising, blush on the checks. Heaven. Is your starry sky same as mine I wonder. How you smell, how you smile, how you moan I must know. Your hair, your skin, your eyes. I burn.

It’s been 999… solar days of insatiability. I’m getting down on my knees, I beg you, please.

The daily torture, my only reason to. Your peace and chaos. Tell me what I do to you. Tell me how you watch, how you wait. Tell me how you see me. Where I find myself ending and „us” beginning. I need to know, I must. How it’s only you. Do you touch yourself, like I touch you? Do you feel me, like I feel you?

Tell me what you imagine. Tell me how deep it goes. And then tell me again. And again. And again.