My Poetry Corner XVII: Poetry Inspired By The Clock

"1:43 am"

A dream awakens me 

Now I’m yearning for the relief only you can bring 

Need to hear your voice, feel your touch 

It’s been far too long since you’ve told me to cum for you 

I need it, need you 

Fingertips glide over wet lips 

Slowly touching the innermost piece of me 

All soft and pink and tight and wet 

It’s your name on my lips as my fingertips bring me closer to ecstasy 

Your voice I hear in my head 

Hard nipples and shallow breaths  

As my fingers go in dry and come out wet  

I am chasing your voice to euphoria 

My body is hot 

I need this release 

Have to do this 

I curse as my leg starts to shake 

Run my thumb over my clit pretending it’s yours 

Panting your name while fucking myself 

I can hear you so clearly talking to me 

coaxing my orgasm from me while I quiver deeply 

"That’s it sweetheart" and then with you in mind, it occurs  

my soul shakes and I am calling out your name 

Sleep comes quickly and I meet you in my dreams 

I guess anything is better than a reality where you no longer exist

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"2 am..." 

It's 2 o'clock in the morning & I cannot sleep. 

It's 2 o'clock in the morning & all I'm really craving right now is you.  

Your very sleepy voice saying my name. 

That thought really shouldn't comfort me the way it does. 

I am very good at faking how I'm feeling when it comes to you. 

I pray all the time to be free from the ache of you. 

I don't like being this woman. 

I feel less than more often than I should. 

It's been way too long and I should be totally over you, right? 

I shouldn't want you anymore.  

The memory of who you were to me shouldn't haunt me. 

Loving you should be past tense. 

But, it's 2 o'clock in the morning & you're the only person on my mind. 

I can't figure out if this is my definition of heaven or hell.