Sunday, February 10, 2008


The lack of sex
I am mourning the lack of it.
The desert scorching lack of it.
The dying in the desert lack of it.
Shriveling up lack of it.
The dying need of it.
The desperate want of it
The hot wet screaming desire for it
I want to fuck, hear me fuck
I need to be fucked
Good and fucked
Left exhausted fucked
Can anyone hear me?
Oh to touch a man’s erection
To feel that oh so soft skin
To taste him, lick him, squeeze him
Just the thought of it makes my hands tingle
My mouth water, tongue wanting
My crotch throbs, contracts, pulsing
Alone in my bed, no man there.

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