Nowhere

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I hate being this selfish, this needy, this lost.
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Unbearable loneliness
Fills my
Unsated soul with
Emptiness;
My lips tremble, and
Salty, hot tears
Spill from my eyes.

Shy,
Naive,
Inexperienced,
But also
Passionate,
Sensual,
Lustful,
I crave to
Experience it all:
Safety and
Danger,
Pain and
Pleasure,
Deep, aching agony and
Fucking, fervent elation.

Yet here I lie,
Curled up on my
Lonely bed under
My bedcovers in a
Fetal ball,
Hugging,
Rocking,
Comforting myself,
Feeling desperately
Alone.

I hate being
This selfish,
This needy,
This lost.

I ache with
Longing;
I moan with
Sorrow and
Hunger.

Touch me,
Please ...
Someone,
Touch me!

I have only my mind,
My thoughts,
My fantasies,
My desires,
My lusting,
My body,
For me to touch
Alone.

As year after year goes by, my
Craving for
Touch grows, and my
Hope diminishes --
Will I ever experience
Shared intimate touch again?

As I touch myself,
My body and soul
Orgasm so beautifully, and it
Fills me with pleasure,
Yet the pleasure is fleeting, for it
Feeds my craving and lust and
Provides but a pale reflection of
What could be,
A mirror reminding me of
What has been lost,
What is missing,
What I may never
Experience again, or of
What may
Never
Come to pass.

In my dreams my
Wet mouth
Opens eagerly as my
Delighted tongue
Relishes a taste of
Jeweled beads of precum
Adorning the
Beautiful head of my
Lover's cock,
And my ravenous lips
Wrap tightly around his
Warm, delicious shaft as I
Accept him deep down
My tight throat.

In my dreams his
Soft lips and
Burning tongue
Kiss,
Lick,
Suck,
Nibble, and
Taste my
Juicy labia, and I
Quench his thirst with
My sweet nectar.

A loud groan
Vibrates though my body as I
Imagine his
Thick, strong fingers
Eagerly frolicking deep in the
Black depths of my
Hot, soft feminine well that
Never runs dry.

In my dreams I feel his
Erect, veiny cock
Slide up and down my
Slippery, slick slit; then I
Feel an intense pulsing sting as he
Slaps my cunt with his
Dick, teasing my desires,
Intensifying my
Need for him, until,
Granting relief, he
Finds my soft, sweet hole and
Thrusts deeply,
Powerfully,
Primally inside me
Again and again,
Causing my body to
Shake and shudder,
Making me moan,
Whimper,
Scream!

When I awake, my
Lonely bed greets me, and my
Grandiose dreams
Blow away like
Dandelion fluff
Dispersing in the wind.

Full of disappointment,
Regret, and
Sorrow,
Satiation eludes me.

I want more,
Crave more,
Need more, and
More is
Nowhere to be
Found.

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8 Comments
Grayhorse1960Grayhorse1960about 2 years ago

The painful difference between intimacy and intercourse - my goodness, how familiar am I with that. Cuddles are lovely, but oh, to be touched!

AnonymousAnonymousabout 2 years ago

Powerful and direct in its heat and sadness.

tennesseeredtennesseeredabout 2 years ago

Another expressive gem. Sad and lonely this time. This needs to be remedied.

Paul4playPaul4playabout 2 years ago

Your expressive depths of loneliness are countered by your expansive heights of lust and horny hunger!….the turmoil and desire are painful.

Thank you for sharing your intimate sensuality….

Winter_FareWinter_Fareabout 2 years ago

You are your dreams

Cast on the wind

To find a place

Between the cracks

Despair is

A mirage

Reach through it

Don't look back

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