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Touch me, please, touch me.

I need to feel loved.

I miss being one.

Yet I never say the words of my silent desire.



My longing to moan, scream, move.

Quieted, hidden away in my silent desire.

How do I respond to the brassiness of?

“Are you saying I’m not taking care of your needs?”



I’ve always been taught that if you do something in your mind, it’s already done in your heart. If that is true then I’ve walked in infidelity.



I’ve watched educational films, touched myself,

thought of someone else, and held deep not sharing.



Silent Desire.