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Day 360

Staring at the clock, I have an hour to go…
Who knew celibacy was such a curse!

A button down shirt, a pencil skirt and heels
Underwear consumed with lace and frills

I sit at my desk radiating sophistication,
The truth is I am swimming in desperation,
With an urgent need for emancipation
From this heat that plagues my rural areas
Condemned…
am I the sexually forsaken?
A soon to be victim of spontaneous combustion?
I moan…
I need to be penetrated

Oh the throbbing…
Make it stop…
I cross my legs and squeeze.
My bodily fluids are betraying me
I have a meeting in 5 minutes,
no time for sneaks
and my hands are antsy;
they are telling me
“Go to the bathroom… give yourself a quickie.”
I tell them ‘no!’
A real treat would be some good dick inside of me…

Leaving my office… my face is refined and discreet.
But inwardly a war has been waged in me
A pleasant smile plastered over a brain of anarchy,
Someone please out the fire that dwells within me!

As I walk into a room filled with men,
Testosterone oozing everywhere,
With their suits, ties and lame conversation
Lacking any knowledge on the study of sextelligence.
I wonder…
Will they know I am moist as I walk past them?
Is the need for sex permeating my skin?
Can they smell the fluids that escape my kitten?
F#$@, I need to be penetrated.

My legs are doing that nervous tap,
My mind is trying to will them to stop…
Regrettably there is no such luck.
Bottom line he says… “you need to be f#@$ked!”
I raise my eyebrows, my face filled with shock.
A mild hallucination, as the meeting being wrapped up.

Wish I could be that liberated fem
The one with no qualms about the men she friends.
Should that have been me; I would not have this problem
It sucks sometimes to be a good girl…
Where is my knight in shining armor?
He should be here
Dammit!! I want to be sexed into a coma.

Sighsssssss,
Time to head home
Alone
Yea, there goes another sunset…
And so, after another day of being sexually repressed
I shut the lights off and go to bed
What an ovverated experience
This thing
Having absolutely no sex
This ting they call being cellibate
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