I want a guy to devour me whole without choking.
I need to have kisses aimed at every inch of my body. Every. Inch.
I want to bathe in a slathering flow of honey and spice as my skin replenishes the good dirt with bad.
I need my uterus to obey me when I pray for blood. Tons of bright red gushing out to reinforce the future of her. Or them.
I want to smile back when he smiles first and not wonder if I smiled first so he would smile. A little.
I need to know that the country of my birth and the country of my heritage can give me everything. I want.
I want to disappear for a month. Into the wild. Alone and armed with freedom to explore the fortress of my soul. I need that.
You need it too.
I need those who hate me right now not to quit hating me. It’s necessary to evoke strong emotions.
It replenishes what I remember to forget.
I want to write a book today and publish it tomorrow and have it turn into a movie.
I need to finish the script I refuse to finish because I got to the part where my characters reject me.
I want to love everybody as much as I love myself.
But that would be unfair to them because I don’t love myself that much.
I need to change that.