No one can please me
As well as I can
No one man can tease me
And beckon my slumbering passions
I yearn to be titillated
To the point of combustion
I long to experience the bliss
Of orgasmic eruption
By way of a solid man's thrust
But when I feel I could be_THERE
They always bust
And gyrate and create
All sorts of commotion
Then rollover and smile
In one singular motion
Stirring in me a dangerous
Hatred and envy
Of those vixens of fiction
Television and movies
That appear to explode
With the utmost of ease
And here I lay drenched
With another man's sweat
Simmering with anger under a calm silhouette
Retracing every misplaced thrust and heave
As this man snores and drools on my sleeve
In a deep slumber of sexual satisfaction
I'm nauseous with disappointment and
Dissatisfaction is holding my insides hostage for ransom
And the only adequate compensation is gratification through
The long and arduous process of foreplay
And only ceasing when I say!!!
And only upon my nod and approval
He pierces my honey with grinding penetration
But sluggish removal
And I'm the one raving and ranting!!!
And I'm the one perspiring and panting!!!
My beliefs regarding man's inadequacies
I'm quickly recanting!!!
Alas reality stabs me like a stake
My lover's nostrils arouse me to wake
And remind me of my hunger still unfulfilled
My thirst still unquenched
Still not there
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