High
On
You
Sweat drips in beads from my undeniably caressable body
My throat hoarse, your name leaving my lips in strings of throaty groans
My mouth foaming with need
Lust — anything
Just touch me
I can see it
It's invading my mind
I'm trying to push it out
Buts its presence is far more powerful than my will
My eyes shut, wrinkles finding their way to my face
Eyebrows puzzled together
Mouth hanging agape — overwhelmed
Toes curled
Back painfully arching off the sheets that stick to my damp body
Hands grasping at anything
Head thrown back
Hair — everywhere
Teeth colliding against my lips
in time
In time it is all over
And I am just a Sad Little Unforgettable Thing
Leave me forever
For being a whore is not worth the purpose you fill my heart with
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copyright 2022 Anabelle Russell
