Never was much good at staying in one place Nomadic living, a nomadic lover. Left the best to find more, I was only a child how was I to know that there were only cold bodies out there? Moving in & out of people to find warmth, Moving through lovers to feel anything. Cold bodies, skin touches skin with mind & soul miles away Creating heat with our breath & friction, but still we always stay cold bodies. I am a nomad, Moving through people & places, Leaving as soon as it gets too comfy. I am a nomad, Drunk on exploration, But all I ever find are cold bodies. Calling myself a lone wolf, I find comfort in isolation. Are we born with this craving for solitude? Or adopted from burnt flesh, Getting too close to flames & leaving a lingering discomfort in closeness? Because we got close & now I am fucking hurting. The lord did call premarital sex a sin...