Inside this husk of a woman, are rhythms that come from some place, deeper than any of us, down in dark, moist earth. There are rhythms we share, beneath our shells, beneath our tidy exteriors, that may drive us to the brink of despair.
I think we all have hungers that distract, invade, consume. Obsession can come at a heavy price. Yet when your inches of skin hum at the thought of it…
What secret place can you bring this to, let the ache breathe... There are taboos you barely say out loud, yet they are your truth.
I want you to come to me with this. I want to push you further in, rub your face in it, and listen to those exposed moans...
You please me with that tremble, those vulnerable bits. And, I’m hungry today. Come -
