I feel it in the pit of my core, That force has kicked open the door, My hands are wringing, My chest is tingling, My legs fan out and begin twitching, In my seat positions I keep switching, Yes it's that torturous tightness, That one that barely acknowledges politeness, Tickling me from the soles of my feet, Coursing up my spine to escape from my head as unseen heat, My torso feels like a thousand finger tips are dancing by, I feel as if Vesuvius was crying trying to escape from my thighs, From all of my eyes seep crystalline tears, Anxious and amorous, melancholy for no one is near, My elbows plant on the table as my hands caress my head, As if trying to weed out the plead that needs to be fed, I jump up and start pacing as if to walk away from facing, Just how much my hormones, my desire is racing, My mind wanders and ponders "If someone were here at this minute, How I would ravish, erotically savage them if we got in to it, Every single trick I would pull out my mouth, hands and hips, To commune and exhume this passion until breath raggedly escaped our lips, Away from others where nothing between us would be concealed, A mercy excursion of perversion no strings deal, If you know how this feels break the seal, Every iota of my being makes the 2nd oldest appeal.
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