Late at night, early morning if you will
I don't think I can stop this trembling.
Can this continue?
I don't want it to stop.
My toes are tingling.
My fingers are warm.
I can't breath steadily.
My eyes are heavy.
I'm biting the inside of my lip.
More. Building.
Imagination running wild.
Momentarily blinded,
my eyes are shut.
I'm shaking.
Squeaks, soft moans.
I'm on fire.
I have to be.
Eyes open I stare at the ceiling.
Counting down to one.
My breathing is shallow,
hands are shaking,
body buzzing,
I'm craving more.
I need more.
My stomach is pooling with more heat.
There are involuntary whimpers.
Three times.
I don't think I can continue.
Maybe later.
I curl around myself and hide in the soft blankets.
They smell of sweat, dirty thoughts, pleasure.
My being is still humming.
I wish you were here.