You might just be my ADHD of the month,
But my mind keeps running to you, replaying the gentleness of your touch.

It might just be my deprivation of love,
But with every chance, my heart is quick to lend its trust.

I no longer lust, nor do I desire the unjust,
But when you fill my head and steal my breath, I must deny my flesh just to convince myself that your presence is enough.



Monday 8 July 2024