The Wanting

She wanted her 
to open her mouth and say, 

“I want you…”

She wanted her…

to confess her fantasies 

and dwell in her desire…

She wanted her to want her…

as much as she did. 

She wanted.

…and wanted.

…and wanted.

But, it didn’t matter.

Because she knew all she’d ever get 

was a platonic

Hello.” 

Desire. Unquenched.

-Trista Daniell 

@Trista.Daniell (IG)

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