Slut , I just might be one.

Because I have made love

I’ve made stories

made music

made something beautiful.

Is the passion

I was walking towards

It was fire

It was all the rage I wanted to burn it all

Chest to chest

Rapidly

Savagely

Holding my hips

Manly hands

Filling me up

It was okay .

I wanted it

I craved it

I needed that

In that time of my life

I was screaming

For love.

So why not scream with

Passion.

Sometimes you need

To feel

To feel so much

That you start to feel nothing.