Disclaimer: I don't own FMA or the characters.
Senses of the Soul
Can you taste it, Roy?
I'm sure you can lick his flavour from my lips,
His hands on my bare hips
His hair between my finger tips.
Can you taste my lust,
mixed with my loneliness?
What creature have I become?
I seek to lash out at you,
To make you see,
To make you know,
To make you want.
I seek to lash out at you,
to hide the taste of your impeding depression.
What have I done?
Yay, next one is tomorrow.
