deranged_horan

Lust and love never mix well, or at least that's what I hear. I just want at least one of them. Lust. Love. Why can't I have one? Only one. I'm utterly alone. I'll never find someone. I'll never get to experience love because of lust. My lust for men will not allow me to love them. I sit here alone. I glance across the room and my breath catches.

deranged_horan

Lust and love never mix well, or at least that's what I hear. I just want at least one of them. Lust. Love. Why can't I have one? Only one. I'm utterly alone. I'll never find someone. I'll never get to experience love because of lust. My lust for men will not allow me to love them. I sit here alone. I glance across the room and my breath catches.

deranged_horan

Sometimes I just want it inside of me. I crave for it, enough to have dreams about it. I wake to a pit in my stomach, knowing that I'll never get what I desire. I'll still attempt. My desire and want will always be still there. I wake up to shallow breaths and pants. They are my own, but I dream it is another. I dream that they are his ...