Orgasms of colour

Alone at night, writing past my disguise.

I hold myself,
At night.
I hold myself.
Clinging to my skin. Wrapped in the tender sin Of quiet cries-

Vibrating thighs. With no one in mind. I hold myself,
My pen-
Erect and misheld; My hands cling to- My head.
I beg
I plead
I scream.

Please hold me.

For an eternity. Please hold me, Forever.
I fade to sleep.

The cousin of death,
Meets me like a loving friend- I wake to do the same again.

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