Fight it as I may, I want it.
My body knows what it’s like.
It recalls the very last time, and it aches for it--
Craves it; every pour is yearning
And I feel my breathing speed up
As I try to fight it.
My chest is moving up and down
Heaving…longing to put out this fire inside me.

My loins begin to ache.
I miss it, the feel the touch, the stimulation.
Oh, it’s awake…the desire that I’ve suppressed
For so long, and now I’m in trouble.
I toss and turn as I try to fight the desire to
Reach out and call someone –anyone
To make this pain to go away,
Because now it has taken on a life of its own.

It has begun.
The throbbing and the secretion of my nectar is collecting
Into a puddle as I rub my legs together to try
To squeeze the desire away.
Should I touch it?
How can I make this stop?
It’s getting hot in here and the fabric of clothes
Is unbearable, so I have to be free of this obstacle that has got me trapped.

How can I make it stop?
My mind remembers what it used to take,
His kisses, soft caresses, the extension of him
Inside me taking me further and further
Into ecstasy as he moved to touch
Every part of me
Titillating the walls of my erotica
And enveloping me in the sweet smell of the
Juices that flowed from both of our bodies until it was no longer two, but one.

I can’t take in much longer,
And I arch my back as I slowly begin to
Touch my body, rubbing the supple breasts
That once were sucked by you, licked by you, loved by you.
My lips partly open I let out a sigh
And I realize I can no longer fight the feeling.
I have to ease the pain and the torture,
So I begin to please the exploration of my playground without you.