When my septum stinks<
its gauges all over again
I want to memorize your freckles, count your scars, slide my nails down your spine, feel you from the inside out. I want to rest my head in the gap of your neck, press my finger webbings until they morph in to yours. Grip your hair, pull your hair, play with your hair. I want to steal your scent and bring it with me everywhere I go. I want you entirely, your body, your mind. I want you to think of me, all the time, I want to be the only one on your mind. I want to capture you.