Inside of me Pt. 1 - Cleopatra Sanchez

Sapphic

I want you inside of me. 

Devouring every part of you to fill my body. 

The anguish I feel knowing I have to be so far from you is unmatched. 

I want to know all your wrongs and all your rights. 

Covered in your blood, I want to feel your heartbeat in mine. You remind me of the moon, 

following my every move. 

Seeing every phase that I’ve been through, 

as you scroll through my page. 

You know nothing authentic about me, 

and neither do I. 

But the more I learn, 

the more I want you to take a bite 

into my mind. 

Understand what I say, and why I say it. 

Absorbing all of who I am.

When we’re with each other, I embrace the gushing of our raw emotions, red like my strawberry stained lips. 

The same lips that pressed against yours as you tasted all that you missed. 

I want those on me again. 

I want your body. 

I want your soul. 

I need to be covered by your red roots. 

Every inch of me craves that lingering feeling, 

that I need you to stay for a lifetime. 

If I had you inside of me 

we wouldn’t have to part ways. 

Searching for a time, our schedules align. 

I can’t see you in a month from now. 

The desire to see you every day is 

deafening.