Sexual Longing

There is a fire in my belly
Blazing hot and burning out of control
My mind is filled with hazy smoke    
Twisting and turning my thoughts into dirty desires

And I want him. I need him.
To consume every inch of my body
Send me a glass of water, offer some relief
As the wetness between my thighs only fuels the fire

I taste the thought of him on the tip of my tongue
And circle it around my fingers
Pushing deeper into my mouth
I can only imagine how he will fill the void.

So I brush my hair aside the nape of my neck
and wet the side of my throat with an ice chip
Like a soft dewy kiss, the air hits and makes me shiver.
I close my eyes imagining it is from his breath.

My nipples tingle and ache to be teased
I want to clutch them in my fists but I cannot.
I am not permitted to please myself
Only he can offer the tantalizing favor of release

I admire my curves in the mirror, adorned by black lace.
Agony rocks back and forth, deep in my pelvis
My reckless desire burns a trail of lust down my thigh.
My panties have become soaked by a combustion of thoughts.

My body is my own worst enemy
Laughing at and tempting my obedience,
I have never wanted to just sleep more so than right now.
Where I need not the permission or discipline to wait.

I move to my bed in sweet desperation
I cross my legs and squeeze them tightly together
Hoping the pressure will replace this sweltering ache
But silk sheets taunt me with their soft caresses.

Seductive, dirty, realization hits the back of my throat
I admit this man has control of every inch of my body
My mind reels at every salacious thought of him
And yet, he has never even touched me.