Listening to Jhene Aiko. Wondering if the days will go the way I plan in my fantasies.
Dreams turning into realities. Passion and pain wrapped into one. Like a burrito on Taco Tuesday. Eaten with the same vigor and hunger as the starving artist.
I want it. The it that makes me have night terrors filled with leg shakes and big finishes. Leaving a smile on my twisted gently face. Covered with naughty expressions and released mental love letters.
Poetry from my soul to another’s.
From my heart to the universal sky.
C. L Cunningham