I was recently told that I self harm with men.
I had a habit of self harm in the past when I was younger but it was physical.
I would take my tiny two blade razors or pieces of broken glass and cut up and down my arms and thighs.
But this is different.
At the moment, it's all I want.
Attention
The feeling of being wanted
The small form of intimacy that I can't get by myself.
I enjoy it, I really do.
The passion
The kissing so rough like hunger like neither of us has eaten in days
The teasing
The dominance
The breath hitched in his throat whenever I put him in my mouth.
Making another human feel good is erotic.
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Poetrythese were for him. but now they're for you. //#1 in personalwriting 04/18/20