I'LL TRY TO BE BETTER BUT I KNOW I'LL NEVER

I'm sure we're alone, that's good to know

YOU CAN TELL ME WHAT TO SAY

I dream of being an object—an object of desire, an object of pleasure, an object of your obsession. There is no greater purpose than to catch the light of your attention, to be illuminated by it, granting me permission to come alive. I love reading the lines of your body, a language that I sometimes understand better.

Every night, a piece of me lingers with you, and every morning, you gather me again—reassembling what was once scattered, breathing intimacy into the fibers of my skin, life into my lungs. Mouth to mouth, your words begin their sermon. The sunrise as our only witness, you breathe good morning into mine. This is love as it should feel— rebirth with each dawn. This is how every morning should begin.

WHAT ONCE WAS

Please put this version back up for streaming.

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