Your satin tenderness caresses me lightly, making my tangled skin
hum gently with the remembrance of blissful vivacity
in velveted parking lots coated in Rolex rings and candor.

I found you then in the worn creases of every day.

I still do.

Seven Deadly Sins

I found this in the notes section of my phone, written in the wee hours of the morning. Enjoy.

My greatest sin has always been lust.
I’ve never had enough of anything to be a glutton.
I’ve never been jealous of the lives that others lead because I have a plan of my own.
I’ve never been stationary for long enough to be likened to a sloth.
I’ve never been proud. Not of myself, not of my life, not of my beginnings.
I’ve never been greedy, taking only what I need to get by.
I’ve never been overtaken with anger for longer than a day, finding myself altogether too prone to forgive.

My greatest sin is lust. I want to be wanted by a man. I want him to back me into a wall and taste me. I want him to be gentle sometimes and tease me in all the right, devilish ways, and other times, I want him to ravage me. I want to feel my muscles ache deliciously in the morning, reminding me that, just for a moment, I was the only thing he wanted