I Am Craving Physical Contact

[b]Those in unlikeliness[/b]

Words collared in throats like there's a monster under the bed. The leash pulled tight until duty blacks out cold. There is no place to go, you know that. No lips here for kissing. No hands on backs, along shoulders, up to tangle in hair. Alone for now & dressed in secrets you feel your way down unlit hallways, adjusting to the dark. To knit yourself into the other & make it so they can't let go. Until it's too late.