Alone

I lie down in bed,
Sleep doesn’t arrive.
The things in my head,
Keep me much too alive.
My fingers slide down,
Kissing smooth white skin.
I am wearing no gown,
My own touch makes me grin.
Creamy white globes,
With soft pink peaks.
Fingers pinch and probe,
And I start to feel weak.
Hands pushing lower,
Over velvety curves.
Wanting to move slower,
Like I know I deserve.
I find that warm place,
Stay away from the center.
Enjoying the embrace,
I don’t let myself enter.
Replaying from my mind,
Things that were done before.
New thoughts intertwined,
Of wanting to do more.
Arching my head back,
One hand twisted in sheets.
I let myself crack,
Giving in to the sweets.
The moist familiar heat,
Sending shivers up my arm.
Feeling so much more complete,
Making contact with the charm.
Going lower, where it’s slick,
The soft sucking inside.
A special place that does the trick,
And I know just where it hides.
Curve it upward now,
Let the sounds release.
Searching for my Tao,
Try to find my peace.
Something starts to grasp,
Something else is freed.
My breath is a rasp,
I know what I need.
The waves overtake me,
And the moisture is surging.
And so ends another spree,
Until I get the urging.