There was a star riding through clouds one night, & I said to the star, ‘Consume me’.
– Virginia Woolf, The Waves
White hot desire burns within me. I need, I want, I am on fire.
I can feel fingers digging into me. I imagine hands gripping my hips. Pulling my hair. Holding me down.
The inner glow must radiate from my skin. I am amazed no one can see it…