Haunted

I’ve been writing but my posts of the past few days have been interrupted by exhaustion or emotion. I’ll have to finish those up shortly but I’ve begun to see her.

Not actually but her visage, her presence like some ghost haunting me. It’s unlike anything I’ve felt before. She is almost close enough to see, to touch.

I have been hiding from her — perhaps that’s why she’s so insistent in my mind?

I can feel her within me. The chill she would give me.

I wish I could just reach out and actually grab her but … but … oh her butt … well, I was thinking her whole body.

Love is all too intoxicating. I’m drunk.