Skin Hunger


Skin Hunger
Reality?
Virtual world.
Small rectangles of existence.
Tiny comfort zones.
Transient moments.
Just words.
The physical forgotten.
A distant, ancient memory,
A theoretical world.
Am I invisible or simply ignored?
My largest organ,
screaming for notice.
My lips ache.
My core is numb.
My skin is hungry.
To trace a finger pad over a scare, and hear the story.
A forehead kiss.
Sighs and moans in the dark.
To be filled and occupied.
Bask in masculine energy.
To be seen.
Understood.
Touched.
My skin is starved.
My soul dehydrated.
My heart aching.
~Payne Hawthorne

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