Day 225: The Unmistakable Sounds of Passion.

At the moment, It’s 3:40 in the morning.

I’m sitting outside watching an enormous yellow moon glide invisibly across polished black water.

Insects bemoan.

So too does a beautiful woman.

She screams in hushed courtesy as the man she loves devours her entirely.

In the room immediately behind me.

I can imagine him licking her passionately, wanting to taste her

stomach.

Hearing their encounter, reminds me I’m alone.

That I too crave the touch of a woman.

The intimacy of another.

Maybe Santa can help me with that.

y’know, pimp for me.