Itching To Be Scratched
Like an itch halfway down your back,
unreachable, itching to be
furiously scratched,
you wish you could just peel off your shirt,
lean hard against the edge
of an oaken cabinet
and rub any thought of her finally off
and away from your hopelessly
infatuated mind;
strange, but you seem to have taken
to liking the soothing pain
of the scratch,
now, you find yourself gyrating, drooling
at the slightest thought
of a wooden touch !
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