Empty
by Savannah Skye

With lust at my back
I crawl through the night
Knowing I will barely make it to morning
With my equilibrium intact

My body's insane
Or is it my mind
I cannot tell the difference
In this state of being
So I ask of you my dear
Will you give to me
What will be freeing

So that when I reach
For what is not there
My hand will not come back empty
Empty of flesh
Empty of sex
Or just plain empty of you

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