It's not the caffeine
that keeps me awake
even when exhaustion
fills every fiber
of my spent body
It's not the aches
the pains I have grown used to
causing me to toss
to turn and roll
in a bed that once was cozy
It's not loneliness
that clenches my thighs
against a swollen need
my blood racing
even without a single touch
It's not a normal itch
that drives me to rub my legs together
up and down
looking for a sensation
that's just not there
Every inch of me is hungry
and dissatisfied
Reliving the intoxication
that is you
but memories will not satisfy.
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