aphrodisiac (your reservation)
metaphors are gentle to my fragile heart.
i will confess my love for you in words that will keep my dignity safe.
i fear i would be asking to much of you.
i fear you do not feel the same.
i fear that i am not good enough to receive it.
there's this aching silence left in my mind when you're asleep. it beckons me to leave you a wax-sealed note etched in blood. it takes my hands and claws that dreaded organ from my abdomen. it begs your unresponsive body to hear the things i repeat to myself. it wants to be filled with your presence.
do you understand?
are you hearing me?
i want nothing more than to confess this to you.
i want to receive it, i want you to fulfill the promises i made to myself.
i am sick, i am desperate, i am blinded by my primal need.
take my autonomy, let my biology win.
i hope you want it too.