Need

I ache.
Desire is growing deep in my belly.
I put my hands through my hair,
Longing.
I suck in my lip,
Lighty scraping with my teeth.
My eyes roll back,
And my breath comes out in a sigh.
My fingers clench,
Pulling my head back.
My fingers move to my neck,
Feeling the strong, slow pulse of want.
Lower, I pull my breasts in,
Eyes tight shut and mouth open.
Another sigh.
My hands run down my arms,
Ending on my soft stomach.
Circling my waist,
Arching my back,
Feeling the muscles slide under my skin.
My eyes fly open,
Hollow with intense need they stare back at me.
I let my torso fall forward,
My hands discovering the sinew and muscle,
Thighs,
Calves,
Ankles.
The pang makes me whimper,
I roll my torso back upright,
Hands skimming my knees,
Thighs,
Stomach.
Blind now with desire,
Unable to stand.
Hands slowly pushing my inner thighs,
Opening.
Fingers lightly exploring,
The anguish arching my back,
Pushing a cry from parted lips.
Yet I still do not give in.
Circling the center of my longing,
Teaching myself to wait,
Building the need to an urgency.
The deprivation is too much,
Fingers slide through slick want.
An appreciative gasp,
A low purring moan.
Surrendering fully now,
One hand pulling my hair,
Seizures of depraved need racking me,
Sharp gasping mews and whimpers escape.
Muscles throbbing,
Desiring to be filled,
I name my addiction,
And all sound is ripped from my lungs.
Every muscle is clenching,
Dragging my being into their throes.
Forcing eyes open,
But the waves continue.
It’s as if time has stopped.
Finally the sound comes rushing back,
In a sweating heap,
I curl around my need,
Nuzzling my hand cradling the side of my face,
And drift to dreaming.