Sweet Frustration

As I lay in bed all alone
Frustration has crept itself
Into my bed and found comfort.
This frustration isn’t mental
Or emotional, but it’s more
Of a sexual frustration

My mind wanders
I think of past yesterdays and
Past nights when we shared
Secrets and secretions together.
This sweet frustration

This frustration that is also
nowhere near sweet
Had memories flood my thoughts.
Past feelings sweep over my body

Like the fingertips
I remember pressing into my hips
While licking between my lips.

I intake a breath and try to exhale
I fail due to the deep fantasy taking place
I feel the contours of his body
Melding with mine.
No telling where either one of us
Ends or begins, we are one.

Tongues are teasing and tasting
Each body part is a new discovery
His tongue is caressing the folds
Of my femininity.
My tongue is tracing the outlines
Of his masculinity.

Moans are exchanged
He begins to swell
My wetness is dripping
My juices cover him.

Needs and wants are being met.
Positions change and change again
Only we know how to take
Each other to those higher heights
We do a slow nasty grind
A grind to most would be considered
Taboo and forbidden
But to us gives us pure satisfaction.

I feel his power
As he flex his muscles
With each thrust
I open wider to accept and receive him.

With each push there is a squeeze
With each squeeze there is a moan
With each moan a wave of pleasure
With that pleasure someone is coming.

Muscles are contracting and tightening
The pressure is building
Like two volcanoes erupting we explode.
Only I am the only one exploding,
There is no one else in my bed but me
I am all alone.
I’ve been snapped back into reality
There is a sweet sticky wetness between my legs
As I rise to wash away the evidence of pleasure
I hope to wash away my sweet frustration as well.