Loved Starved

I crave the sensual touch from my lovers finger tips ,

His soft pecks from his pink lips .

His caresses will tingle my spine with pleasure ,

But deep down the satisfaction will not be a satisfying measure .

The urges don’t stop

And I feel it consuming me .

My heart is pounding and my flowers walls are pulsing .

I don’t want intercourse just the perfect touch that I crave so much ,

A soft dominant man to pick me up and lay me on the bed and just whisper, hush.

The caressing of the skin seems like a sin,

But I’ve yearn for it so long my world is in a world wind .

My tummy is warm and my insides are touching my spine .

I just want someone to worship me and say darlin ,you’re so mine ..

He’ll take his time and he won’t stop until I’m quivering and my legs are shaking.

My eyes would roll back and my voice is aching .

He would blow my mind if he’d just open my lips and just stick something soft in.

Massage me slowly ,my God this hurts to call this a sin.

I’m praying for a miracle that’s a sinful desire ,

I just hate the feeling of my body on fire .

The tears are coming on but I’m holding back ,

The tears of a silent whore are still intact.

Someone called me neurospicy today and I wish I knew what it means .

All I know I’ve been resisting my urges even though I know what it might bring.

A cold shower will be okay for now ,

but what if I don’t make it that long before it’s a full on relapse somehow.

I’m fearful of my own acts even though my flower is pulsating to the beat of my heart ,

It’s full of arousal and I just can’t fill this part .

I know I just don’t want sex I want a real man to be really in love with me ,

I know it might be loneliness talking but that’s not all it could be .

I’m too scared to admit it but that’s what you call love starving .