Sensual Frustrations

Poem I wrote about 10 years ago and just rediscovered. Enjoy!

Sensual Frustrations

I sometimes crave it like a drowning person craves air.
Tell me you want me and I’ll be bare.
Feed me here and temporarily fill me up inside.
I’ll take you for a spin, take you for a ride.
Torturing me with pleasure.
No normal scale can measure.
Something I have to admit.
I don’t want it, I just need it.
The passion burns inside me.
Longing to be let free.
The heat of it, the wet of it, the carnal passion of it.
I feel it all, every last bit.
Digging talons that strain to slice through your back.
They only show what you really don’t lack.
Guttural animalistic cries.
Shutters, shivers and dreamy sighs.
Pounding, slamming, grinding, slipping, sliding, skin-to-skin.
The tightening builds within.
I’m insatiable, I want more and more.
Keep up with me, make me sore.
Have me wake up and know what I’ve done.
What’s a little pain for all that fun?