This Reminds Me Of My Moon..... We Both Railroad Our Thoughts, Most The Time Too Much To Control. She

Giving and Receiving, oil on canvas, 8x8 inches, 2019

Treasure each day.... You never know when you will see your last moonrise.

Full moon, 2021

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I hate that I'm afraid to sleep, not because of the demons that try to get at me as my dreams turn into nightmares.

It's because I survived today, everyone I care about in this fragile world I live in survived the day. Tomorrow..... Is inevitable and could be so much worse than any bad day I've ever had to live through.

While I go to sleep, against my will, but out of necessity. I know I have the comfort of my moon to glow upon me.

I don't take her for granted.

Moon....

The sound of your voice soothes me, while I can be content throughout my day, nothing quite speaks to my soul like you.

Sometimes you can't have what you want... When you need it.

If one could, maybe you'd appreciate it less.

Thoughts like that doesn't make the ache hurt any less.....

Seeing this made me while, reminds me of when you were little, they wouldn't let you play video games, hogged the system.

I'll let you play......

Any time you wish, my hand, wrapped around your throat, feeling your pulse wildly thumping inside my grasp.

Relishing and worshipping your body.

Enjoying the sounds of your labored breathing, restricted sounds emitting from you.

The scent of sex and sweat.

Come here my moon, rise for me tonight, I'll let you play.

Ache....

Hard to describe the ache I carry for you.

I remember when it started, it was when I heard your voice for the first time, saw your eyes, felt your energy, that it began to bloom.

Felt like a slight burn from touching a hot pot from the stove.... It registered differently in me, pushed away things I felt and was definitely new.

Now..... It's something different.

It's an obsession, a craving powerful in scope.

You invade my thoughts, my body reacts like I need a nicotine fix, I physically quiver at the thought of you.

I know every curve, every speck of color in your eyes, your voice fills my head long after you speak, it's the only music I want to play.

I yearn for your touch, for your caress, I want to feel your fingers trailing my skin, your nails tearing into my flesh, I crave you invading my space, playing with my beard.

I need to touch.... I need to rip the clothes from your body and I need to tear you open.

I want to bruise you, hear your screams, I want to use every bit of you up, breathe in your air as I'm making your heart pound faster and harder.

I want to devour your body, pull you apart, get lost in your soul, feel your heart beating against mine as I dig into your darkness and the part of you that's only for me.

My ache decreases with every intimate stroke, filling you deep inside, every whisper, every sound.... Mine... Feeding I take.... I build... I consume you until the air is nothing but ash.....

Even as I slump into exhaustion, my lips full of your taste, my tongue savoring the salt of your skin.... As I feel myself running out of you and down your thigh.....

My ache begins to build again.

Always comforting to know the moon is always there...

moon by frankastro

I need this every night.....

Need