rotting

my soul turns for you a yearning I can't explain my brain's rotting at the thought of you solely the thought of you against me your hands running along my body rotting only because I need you your lips against mine your hands on my thighs rotting solely because I hope your brain is too, rotting. rotting like a dead body. deep underground pushed away because no one finds dead bodies. yet, I'm still waiting for you to find me