it feels so right
Just living my life
day by day
And becoming more despondent with each turning
of the sun
My body yearning for something
that men cannot give
though they try
and try
And still cannot deliver
I yearn
Am I asking too much
of them and their brothers
do they have what it takes
to please me
at last
Becoming more despondent with each turning
of the sun and the moons
My own touch
upon my tender aching breasts
is dear to me
fulfills
when my fingers are seeking the sweet spot
below
where the glow begins and passes
through my body and soul
the glow
I shine upon myself
fulfilling
but not filling the whole
I need
I have become more despondent with each turning
but the burning need
allows me to see
To sense
to discover the fruit
I would pluck
fresh from the vine
I seek
The one to fill me body and soul
and so young
so eager
pleasing me like never before
filling me body and soul
filling the need
and giving more than his older brothers
ever before
Filling me to the core
and each turning bringing even more
No need to seek evermore
As my peers
knew for years
the fresher the clover
the sweeter the honey
