Sexual Frustration

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Part 1 -

It enfolds me in its warmth,
And cradles me in endless nights of torture,
My breathing gets heavy,
Coming out in little puffs
Until I have to force myself to slow down,
Take small strokes.

Flames tickle up my spine,
Making me arch my back and cry out,
The chills that curl my toes,
Letting me know I'm close but not yet there,
My right hand wonders the dewy contours of my body,
As my other plays with the idea of you.

Hearing footsteps,
I bite my pillow trying to stop the moans,
That escape my mouth,
The risk makes it even better,
I get a mouth full of satin,
And eyes full of hot unwanted tears.

I can't resist saying your name,
As I come down,
From the heavy waves of my own completion,
And then I wonder if right now,
You're doing the same,
Saying my name.