A week in love: Monday

'Can you taste my absence? Does it itch when I haven't stroked your back? Did you see the love I've etched on your back? '

- Absence.

A week in love: Sunday

She was devoted to the voices in her head and the comfort she found in her thoughts was unmeasured. She drowned in men’s affections and her luscious thighs were bruised with his bites and pulls from last night’s love. She wanted him to thirst for her and be addicted to her but she kept convincing herself that a time for a love like that had passed and this is what she needed. Moderation. She knew she needed moderation. And that’s what he gave her. Just enough kisses. Far and wide smiles. Of course, there were more dangerous loves, hungrier men but she preferred to be starved by this one man.