this morning #787.

this morning, from the very moment that i woke up, i wanted to dance with somebody. i wanted to feel the HEAT with somebody. it’d been so damn long since i’d experienced either. it wasn’t like i’d always longed for these things but after a while, once the loneliness started to set in, the feelings continued to balloon until i could no longer ignore them. i was craving the feeling of moving with another human, elegant or silly, rehearsed or spontaneous. an easy excuse to lay hands on one another, appropriate or not. i wasn’t asking for more than that. it didn’t need to be with somebody who loved me or a love that burned hot enough to last. it just needed to be. my lonely heart called.