Jessica Arteaga Poet I do not know?

Satisfaction

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how the skim of night has clothed me with its cold satin.
my trembles become weak 
as the glow of light that sleeps my eyes 
makes me hypnotically comfortable.
await my pores to release the beads of heat upon me,
so I may enjoy such a brisk senseless night as this.
let my fingers linger into taboo places 
that are meant for the married and loved...supposedly.
it is enticing and rich to the senses, 
but o how bleak, has it become a need?
a need to satisfy the urge?
then...
let me urge you to need my satisfaction.

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Hyle Chu June 25, 2009 at 9:14 PM That is so sexy: "Let my fingers linger into taboo places..." The women I remember most in my life were not shy. "Let me urge you to need my satisfaction." I think I know what you mean here. I can tell you that most men have this urge as we, too, are seekers of validation. We just want to be servants when we fall.