McKenzie Free

One woman's quest for greater understanding through freedom of self expression.


We go to bed each evening craving another human’s touch
Each longing to be held through the night and awakened by desire
So many honest bodies lying alone and wanting
Never to meet, or if to meet, to not recognize the kindred spirits inside us
For we shamefully hide our desires from the world
Believing our hunger, if perceived, will make us appear weak and less alluring
Running our hands over our strained flesh finding what private release we can
Rising to meet another day with unfulfilled desires
Pushed out of our minds and buried as we go about our day
Until the moon rises and reminds us once again of our vulnerability

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3 thoughts on “Longing

  1. the Rube on said:

    A beautifully written expression of the longing and fearful vulnerabily of so many of us.

  2. Beautifully expressed. Keep up the great work:)

  3. Thank you both. I live for the comments of my readers!

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