Bite my lip, clench my fist.
Play with my hair, pull and twist.
Squirm and squeal at the thought of you.
Your touch, your feel.
Clench my neck, trace my collarbone
A heaving in my chest,  are these thoughts mine alone?
Stomach turning, a sigh  then, better still, a moan.
My thoughts are lost in a world infused with you.
Mental processes face rapid collapse.
You stifle my ethic, I'm useless now.
Until the next I see you, and bring you past the limits you allow.

Now, your squirm and your squeal
Caused by my touch, my feel
are the only remedy
to this burden of lust
you have created in me.