Lusting for a man -- or is it an amalgam of men, creating one perfect man ? |
“I Want” Sunday, March 28, 2010 Ahhhhh, there he is again Standing at my stoop again “I want…” I whisper Catching in my Throat again... His dark and welcome presence Just inside my door His sin is crippling I dream my dress He’s ripping White-hot heat Blackness and coal “I want…” I whisper It’s— Hard and sharp Between my legs I grasp my thighs, Wake up! I’m screaming I am lusting, dreaming I see and feel What he cannot hide It’s – A mountain I must climb I smile inside (Despite myself) I grab hold It’s – Warmth returning Time to take That delicious ride It’s – Lunging toward me Throbbing, succulent “I want…” I whisper… Inside, inside Ssssssssssssssssweat and syrup Languid, luscious Lips are moving Gently curving Cruelly saying… I don’t know ‘Cause ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh Listening ears aren’t hearing Language and Patience Has Completely left me Words replaced by Aching, throbbing and My hunger, heat and wanting…. “I want…” I whisper It’s--- The depraved Endless, craven, craving Possibilities… Wet and licking My fingers Tracing The marble of his, well… (You see? That’s what --- That’s what always gets me) Gently I whisper in his ear What no one will ever hear - “Lean back Lean back my dear, Hold on tight Wanting is over And now -- You’re in trouble.” |