Making Up My Mind....

Tingling, Aching, Throbbing,

In every layer, every pore,

Of my fragile frame

Sensations that I had never imagined

Could be humanly experienced.

I cannot bear it anymore

Miserably unfair,

That you could just sit there

Watching me gleefully in my angst

Knowing that I am helpless

To fight against my heart’s desire

Should I, shouldn’t I….

Self-control sorely challenged

Questions racing through my mind

Feverishly, urgently

Questions of morality

Those of purity

What if anyone saw us?

What if ‘something’ happened?

What if I surrendered?

All I could think of

Was your blood red passion

Your angry, bulbous passion

Insatiable

Uninhibited

Searing through my skin

Blazing a livid trail through my being

Leaving behind an indelible imprint

Bursting

Dissolving

Releasing me from my agonized state

Pleasure mingled with pain

In a blitz of white ecstasy

Should I make the first move

Towards my much-yearned for salvation?

Despite the burdens that I have to bear

If I go ahead with that decision

Or should I wait in vain

For you to explode

Of your own accord

Leaving me ravished and spent,

Yet somewhat reassured

Or, maybe, I should just apply some concealer

An astringent, a face-pack?

And pray earnestly

That you eventually just go away

You are, after all, but a mere pimple!

Uninvited, unwelcome - just get the hell out of my way!