I hunger for his human touch
I want his flesh on mine
I ache inside; so deep inside
I need release so much
I see where I dare not cross that line
And so I try to hide
How much I long
For his lips on mine
For him to take me
Just as the radio repeats the song
I repeat the mantra in my mind
‘Do not listen. Flee, flee, flee.’
But I am lonely
I crave being wanted
I need to be taken, now
What I would give to be free
To feel satiated, well fed
On touch, sight, sound…
I want hot
I want hard
I want it now
How long I have fought
My fight could be sold by a bard
I want it now, and how
Furious at being loyal
Sick of being chaste
No more can I stand this
To hear the rip of foil
I simply want a taste
My dreams do not fulfill this
Authors blurb: I was in a marriage with a man who wanted nothing to do with me because I was over weight. He was cruel. Since the divorce I have lost sixty-five pounds and earned an orange belt in taekwondo. But there is nothing worse than knowing that someone won’t touch you and is disgusted by you. I was contemplating an affair during the writing of this. Don’t judge me too harshly, I had been four years without sex with my husband and by that point I was starved for any positive attention. The affair didn’t happen. But the pain and shame from that time still haunt me.
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