I pine
The ache in the center of me throbs
It holds a power,
a power that I gladly surrender to
My chest constricts
My breath grows dense
Through the tips of my fingers and toes
Electricity radiates
Numb
The nerves of my scalp beg
They beg
Pull my hair
I crave
Mouth watering
Head aching
limbs writhing
It's all for not
He wants me not
Lust.. Lust
Not just a word
How I long for the ***********
the frantic rhythm
the Hands
the Mouths
the Friction
It's all for not
He wants me not
Nov 29, 2012
Nov 29, 2012 at 10:13 PM UTC
I pine
The ache in the center of me throbs
It holds a power,
a power that I gladly surrender to
My chest constricts
My breath grows dense
Through the tips of my fingers and toes
Electricity radiates
Numb
The nerves of my scalp beg
They beg
Pull my hair
I crave
Mouth watering
Head aching
limbs writhing
It's all for not
He wants me not
Lust.. Lust
Not just a word
How I long for the ***********
the frantic rhythm
the Hands
the Mouths
the Friction
It's all for not
He wants me not
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