Pleasurable Words

Wet dreams seems to be the only thing that brings me comfort
Subconsciously you’re the only thing my soul craves
The only thing my body needs
The medicine to cure any sickness
And the antidote to my disease
The gravitational pull you have on my soul makes me wince with excitement
The moans of my mind every time you utter words has become unbearable
My mouth waters with satisfaction with every visual of your existence
The intense need to satisfy every desire of your heart plays endlessly
Breathe
Inhaling pleasure with every touch
Exhaling cries of fulfillment
Begging for more
Pleading for more
Yearning for more
it’s not enough
Physically incapable of intertwining with your being makes my imagination become weary
Co dependent on a silhouette and a memory
How can anyone live with such a burning desire?
How can I cope with knowing that I may never feel your touch?
How can I….