I let the hunger approach without resistance.
I let it peel back the paralyzed layers of me dying to escape,
dying to run to the intoxicating simplicity of him.
I let it pull me, yet gravity cannot win this match.
The match against the mind and how eager it is.
The tingle I possess thinking of what might be,
What could be achieved if I did not force all of my senses to stand ridged in their own tracks, emotionally distressed as it knows what is right, and how it could all be.
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