Page 1 of Who I Crave To Be

I'm a lost girl with the desire to be craved.

I'm a lost girl, walking through all of reality.

My desires are not to travel and see beautiful things because the beauty of the world never ends.

I'm a lost girl, looking for the seductive caress of life, because the most beautiful place you can ever lose yourself in, will always be the most unsavory and the most dangerous.

Nothing beats standing on that razor's edge, wondering what you'll actually feel when you fall.

The kind of adventure that makes your heart race.

The subtle secrets you'll take with you to the grave.

The small smiles and forbidden kisses under the veil of darkness.

The need to feel wanted and revered.

The adrenaline of being oh so very bad.

Tormenting desire and playing with sin, because I am more than what society needs me to be.

Because it's the mystery, the power-play and the erratic beats of my pulse, thundering under my skin as my thighs clench and my mind short circuits, because I know that when I blink, there's a real possibility that nothing will ever be the same again.

That is what I truly crave.

One second, where the choice belongs to the universe and I am a slave to the freedom of the fall.

Well at least, that’s who I secretly crave to be.

I am more than yours, or the world’s.

I am more than a woman or a daughter, niece or friend.

I am a seductress, I am desire unbound, I am adrenaline.

I am unchained, I am free.I have many faces that you'llneverhave the pleasure to see.

Desire, my old friend, take me by the hand and seduce me with the adventures that only come with not giving a flying fuck.

Ipour another cup of coffee and slide it across the kitchen counter.

Anna groans, wrapping her hands around the steaming mug as her forehead almost hits the tabletop beside it in exhaustion.

"Late night?"I ask, with a smirk on my lips, already knowingthat it was.She complains about it, but she loves the life that she leads, can’t say that I blame her.

"Bitch," she groans, giving in to the fight and thumping her head down and rolling it to the side so she can peek at me through her long and dark lashes."You fucking know it.I don't even know why I bust my ass in that place."

"Easy, you like the attention and the money is great."I chuckle, taking a sip of my own coffee and groaning when it hits the tongue just right."We both know you don't need the money, babes, you just like the thrill.I get that."

She glances up at me with knowing eyes and sighs, "Well I can't work tonight and if I miss a shift, leaving Gary with no cover, he'll can my ass whether I need the job or not."

"I'll do it!"The words fall unbidden from my lips and I widen my eyes slightly in shock as I glare down at her.

Clearing my throat, I lean my elbows on the tabletop and slide them across so I can nudge her arms with my hand forcing her attention back to me when she scoffs like it's a stupid idea.

"You have never danced in your life, girl."

"Don't underestimate me, bitch.It would be a foolish thing to do."I taunt, my lips lifting in the corners."I'm very adaptable when I need to be.Besides, it's a one-time thing right?Everyone deserves a thrill."

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