an obscure object of desire
i wonder what went through your mind, when you saw me bare, eyes lingering with hunger.. how does it feel like to enjoy every inch of crevices on my body, every nook and cranny, every drop of my lusts and desires.
time and time again, i will always be an obscure object of desire. to you and to everyone i've ever slept with.
until my youth and my health and my beauty slips away, in your eyes, that's all i will ever be.
"i am still soft, and i can be like wax in your hands. take me, give me a form, finish me"
-- rainer maria rilke