Anal

I have heard your carnal cry, encouraged it
down canals where quietness is
but I am done leading into the void,
rather give my bones to the lovers of plenty.

I miss a lover,
someone to look at my form as a temple for worship, I miss the warcry that echoes from my throat when a soul meets mine, I miss the way my skin fits at small touches, I miss someone who loves to be touched.

I miss love without control. I miss two humans connecting.

I want a lover, a love all my life - not to be anal, domination isn't it.