I can feel my heartbeat between my legs. It makes me
anxious. You are coming home soon and I know I will lose at not wanting you.
It happens every night. I think I can resist but you touch me,
nonchalant and as innocent as can be, and a beast is released from
my groin. You reject me time and time again but still, I want more. You would
think I am used to it by now, right? Never.
You turned me on with my virginity. It felt like a light switch was being flipped inside my head. The first time was ecstasy. I never knew I could feel so much inside me. I felt finally and fully explored, a person mapped whole. Visually, we were two pieces of a clock working, cogs turning one another around and creating a rhythm of bodies mashing, thrashing, trying to get our fill and reach the point where we become the beast with two backs.
Why do I feel as though there is never enough? You are tired and want to sleep but I am on top of you, begging to bring you out, never succeeding, always failing.
Why do I want you so bad?
You turned me on with my virginity. It felt like a light switch was being flipped inside my head. The first time was ecstasy. I never knew I could feel so much inside me. I felt finally and fully explored, a person mapped whole. Visually, we were two pieces of a clock working, cogs turning one another around and creating a rhythm of bodies mashing, thrashing, trying to get our fill and reach the point where we become the beast with two backs.
Why do I feel as though there is never enough? You are tired and want to sleep but I am on top of you, begging to bring you out, never succeeding, always failing.
Why do I want you so bad?
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