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I've got that itch again...

That one that no matter how far I reach, no matter what scratchy appendage I use, I just can't scratch.

I want out.

I want freedom. I want life. I want touch. I want feeling. I want sunshine bleeding through my pores. I want lust. I want gluttony. I want the seven deadly sins. I want to live dammit.

Your naked sweaty limbs bring me peace. That gratification on your face brings me release. I gave that to you. Your heaven is a gift from me. But it is only temporary. It is not enough. The warmth is only temporary. I smile, secretly. I know I have issues. I feel alive only momentarily. But those flashes are gorgeous- like 2 second sunrises- like lightening- like mini orgasms. My body tingles, my brains twitches, I am AWARE. From my teal painted toenails to my fizzy mess I call hair. I feel every neuron in my gray matter- they are ready, they are waiting. My heart is beating, a primeval rhythm- it speaks to me. As quickly as the awareness hits me, it is gone.

You are naked beside me. You are satiated. You look peaceful, shiny with sweat, flaccid, tired, and spent.

I am antsy. I am still looking for that spotless sunrise energy. I touched it. For a moment, you made me feel it. But it is gone now. I want it. It burns. I am full of desire. I itch. I cannot scratch.

Can you give it to me?