someone pass me my self-medication by hater12, literature
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someone pass me my self-medication
i feel a dull ache in my hips
and i liken it to my yearning for youwith the flexion of my thighs
and the rotation of my shoulders,
i cant seem to always be turning
to face youit hurts.
i'm hurting everywhere,
it hurts to be near you
and it hurts to be away[and yet i still prefer it]it's an ache,
unaccompanied by the sickness
of remembering your smile
my hands start
with tosseled brown waves,
soft and welcoming to
my work-hardened fingertips.they brush through with ease,
running smoothly from widows peak
to neck's nape.i follow the trace
of his jaw line,
nimble digits dancing away
from their set path
to mingle within the valley between
plush lips.a strong gust runs northwward
with his sharp intake of breath
as my thumb draws lazily across
his lower lip's ridge.my mind is pulled away from the
task at hand: he speaks.
"what is it you desire?
what destination do you seek?"my reply is simple,
"i'll let you know when i get there.
for now, i just want it all
mapped out"