They say that they can live without sex
They say life each day is just fine
They say they don’t feel at all vexed
But each night they have a glass of wine
Deep inside I clinch then flex
Why do I still desire sex?
I want the feel of lips so much
In places only I now touch
Hands to squeeze then pinch
Will only sense a small flinch
Why am I not like they?
Why do I crave every day
Touch that does not come my way
Why must I continue this way?
I will live without sex that’s true
But life is empty without you
I have to keep my mind from there
Stop wanting so much not to despair
I wait aching to be touched
Feel fingers caress part slip in
In my mind he waits for me
In the dark when I sleep
I am not like they, I am only me
10/18/09
2 comments:
“Happiness in marriage is entirely a matter of chance.” (page 24)", [Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice (Barnes & Noble Classics Series)]
"It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife."
I don't know what else to say, Darling except it's a beautiful and poignant poem.
Relatable and well written.
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