angry & horny

it's not often I'm so vulgar...completely sober
see...here's the thing...
a girl's got needs
primal...urgent...demanding
but you...you weren't there
off to your next best thing
cuz let's be honest...
you settled for 2nd when you left me
{perspective...not conceit}
and there I was...
hot dripping culmination of longing
salted honey trickling down restless thighs
slick staccato throb in my pulsating pink
sure...I could have handled it myself
put my own hands to good use
finger fuck this flaming frustration
digits delving into aggravating need
riding the pressure...hard...
hitting all the most sensitive spots
{the way only I know them}
the depth & the angle...
trust me...it all matters
chase that coveted spasming eruption
remember The Expression...
...you know the one I mean
spine arched & muscles locked
a paroxysm of exquisite pain
lips parted & struggling to breathe
claws grasping & soundless screams
I could go there...
...solo...
I could...
but it wouldn't be the same
and we both know it
damn you for walking away
leaving me with this burning ache
anger only fuels this relentless fire
turning my sheets into a consuming pyre
scorching my hungry writhing flesh
but my touch was not enough
I want to burn the sight into your mind
of my body in his possession
punishing grip & desperate pounding
make you understand what it was like & feel the raging blaze
of someone else in your rightful place
thrusting his name deep into your absence
...such a wasted gesture
he never would have even been here
...if not for your departure
and I don't know which is worse
the fury...the horny...or the hurt



...it's complicated...