By N.P.
Date: 29 March 2000
Friday Night
Writers block sucks
when I'm all wound up
on a Friday night
and hours of masturbation
to thoughts of you
won't do
when I'm craving
the scent of you
the taste of you
the touch of you
and I can say your name
a thousand times
but it won't bring you any closer to me....
This isn't how it was suppose to be.
You were my
part time fuck friend
casual sex
no strings attached
go home to your wife
when I'm through with you.
Not this.
The one
I want
I need
I have to have right now
to satisfy this hunger burning into my soul....
Damn you and the skills you have to make me come.
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