It Backfired

I thought writing would relieve me of my frustration(s).  I have only added fuel to the fire...  

The yearning.  Stirring
deep inside.  
I'm burning.  Sweating.  Burning.  
My whole body aflame.  

Please let me...touch you.  Let me
feel your hot skin at my fingertips.  
Let me
feel
your labored breaths on my face.  
Your lips grazing my skin, your tongue--cool and wet.  Kissing my lips.  
Nipping.  Licking.  Biting.
Your thick, hard sex pressing against my thigh.  
Between my legs now.  
Against myself now...  
Inside my...self...now.  

I want to hear...to feel your groans as I grind into you.  Hips rocking.  Eyes rolling.  
Moaning...moan...moaning.  
To hear...to feel your heartbeats.  
To hear...to feel your voice travel through me.  Caressing me.  Touching me.  Touching me.  
Touching me deeper.  Deeper.  Harder.  

Don't whisper tender sweets into my ear.  
Don't touch me gently.
Don't hold me near.  
Don't make love to me.  

Call me a slut, your naughty whore.  
Punish me harshly with your hands.  More.  More.  More.  
Grabbing, gripping, spanking, scratching.  
Hear me screaming.  Screaming.  Screaming!

Fuck me.