Author S. K. Nicholas

Crazy bones and sleepy days that make my teeth ache. Your need for possession is hot and turns me into a fluffy bunny. Little baby thoughts hop hop hop around with all their might. What I’m saying is you drive me wild in this way you use your intellect to keep me to yourself. Walking the streets under his arm I hope he attempts to claim me so I can pretend as if he means nothing more than a bag full of words. He drops in regularly and it’s something I thrive on even though I shouldn’t because, what am I to do when he’s gone? Would I tell him that? maybe. But don’t expect me to act like it. In a little dress with my tits falling out, I wander to the dark corner of a cafe pretending as if I have my own thoughts. He knows the truth though…