I am not your plaything

You come to me

When you feel the urge

When you have that

Burning need for me

That can only be soothed

By what you hunger for

Between my thighs

 

Your desire and urgency

Has only one goal

And how you reach it

Doesn’t always include me

Your touch does not inspire

Your kisses leave me

With no desire

And as for passion

It is short lived

And soon expires

 

And when you’re done

You leave me feeling

Used, cold and alone

Lacking the heat

From my internal fire

I want to hear my body sing

As soft fingers play

A tender tune

Running up and down my skin

 

I want your kisses

In places I can’t reach

I want to be lost in the moment

Not lost in regret

I want to reach heights

I have not felt yet

So you see my darling

I have needs too

Needs, that are not

Being fulfilled by you

 

Sharon Carter-Wray

(22nd February 2018)

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