I am done writing tonight
I've finished my lines
But my hand still wants to move
This is how I reach for You
Decades out of practice
Choking on words and stuttering a rhythm
The flash of red, and green, and smooth flesh
I want all of You
As much as I can take
Longing for the moment I turn out the lights
A Cheshire Cat's grin
Glowing in the dark
Sometimes beside me stroking
Gentle and patient
Waiting for my mind to calm and open
Sometimes above me, pressing into me
Demanding and hot
This Bitch-Who-Does-Not-Budge
Melts into You
I become soft and malleable
Sometimes I get my fill and am able to sleep
And sometimes the hunger grows
Like tonight, when I can't put down the pen
I want to capture all the little pieces
To remember these feelings
With my fumbling words
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