in attempt to shred the solitude,
i dance in your open wound,
dazzled.
a kiss on the neck to be forgiven...
so the wishful thinking ensues,
but all the world is watching.
soft lips,
a tender kiss is all i want.
content with nothing less.
monster, why not caress me when you touch me?
feeling rather ordinary...
temptation no longer valid,
complete remorse for the challenge.
