It was fluttering felt deep inside
an urge.
It was a need, a desire.
To be held down,
To be claimed
And ravished by
Someone beloved.
The urge for sex,
To wanton gasps at
Self-pleasure.
Whispering names of a
Imaginatory lover.
Its slippery,
Slick,
As arousal causes you to seek out
A mate.
More whispering of the names.
you think of scenes,
illicit desires to experience hopefully
in the reality of life.
And,
All of a sudden,
A firework of ecstasy
Overwhelms your wrung-out frame,
A crash of hormones,
A sudden drop from the intensity
Of your erotic touches.
All too tender now,
electrifying,
Your groin twitching.
And you think again,
Wondering in your mind about the thought
Of becoming
A mate
About the Creator
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Oooo, so hot ans steamy! Fantastic work!