Contemplating when enough is enough
I will know it when I feel it
I’ve been here so many times
And yet each one is almost like a surprise
The rush of blood and pressure of pulse
A bloom slowly stretching, walls expanding
My usual coiled state of tasks and life duties
Is unfurling warmlywith elongating tentacles
That obscure any thoughts except of myself
My body clearly preparing to envelop another
My walls ache with for a thick needy pulse to arrive
And answer and fill the invitation my body is creating
The wetness must surely be flooding now
As are thoughts to touch and bring it out to play
The desire tempting my fingers to dip underneath
But not yet…the longer I wait the better-such sweet agony
Until I’m seeping through and decide I can’t resist
I crawl fingers inside and gasp at the river there
I dip into the waters and smear my clit
But still holding back. Teasing. Fuck it feels so good
The waistband keeps my hand flat and firm against my heat
My fingers moving beneath fabric like bodies under a sheet
I want more to fill me besides thoughts, fantasies —and fingers
This act is meant for two afterall
Yet I give in and relish and writhe in the mess and pleasure as I accelerate pace
And begin the ascent to my morning demise
