Dear Diary,
wow.
Here I am.
April 2025. well..
Mr crow has morphed from my memories and deep fantasies.
Twisting and spiralling into a story that leads to only One truth.
Mr crow isn't a boy you can put a face to.
He is a hand in the dark touching me, making me moan.
I feel like I've only ever known your touch, they feel so familiar.
touches as soft as the wind caressing me.
Night time promises.
Alone with you.
Is satisfying
Mentally,
Physically,
& Emotionally.