The temporary collapse of Fortitude

I need to use you tonight
in the worst possible way.

Use you with a frantic longing,
so intense I can barely
tug my panties,
and turn my head,
to the side
before you breathe relief in me
through an act of
physical charity.

And, I'm desperate to determine
if your shoulders,
which you know
fascinate me,
are strong enough
to hold up my weight,
should I rest my thighs on them,
just for a while, darling.

just for a while...

And once I've renamed you,
(oh god,)
you can let me down,
and demand payment
for my callous treatment,
with rough lips that taste like
me
and rough hips
that feel like
solace.

But just for a while, darling.

Just while the rain falls down
the length of my body,
plastering the image of you
to my pure-white
desperation.

I need to use
you

tonight

in the worst possible way.