A strong desire that must be quenched, and then it is, leaving a satisfied heap.
Silence, I softly speak
quietening my mind of thought,
hoping to reach a certain peak.
A whisper can be heard with every beat.
I can feel the heat
spread across my face
and down my body,
with a blushing embrace.
The heat extends to unseen places,
and all the secret spaces.
the temperature rises
and the beating gets faster,
with urges I must master.
My thoughts become erratic,
as do body and soul,
becoming more intense
with each maneuver and tactic,
and one common goal.
Seizing the urge intensifies the need
in keeping with a fast rate,
until the tension is released wave after wave
unleashing a dammed up lake.
The urges are now mastered,
and I fall into a deep restful sleep,
on my bed in a satisfied heap.
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