Self Control

When you pass near me,
The cells in my body morph,
They become flying torpedoes
Seeking the heat
From your inner most being

It is an attraction that won’t die
Lust from every aching part of my being
Self and Soul combined
Yearning to be held once again

Lips pressed firm against mine
Arms enveloping me and
Freedom is denied by the power of
Your lust
And freedom is not sought
For you complete me.

Orgasmic sensations within my loins
Caused by your strength
The memories;
Intercourse isn’t even necessary
My lips quiver at mere thought

How do I survive such passion?
Where do I find self control
In a room full of people
Within my heart
There is the memory to sustain me
Until we kiss again.

By Nicole Serra-Gonzalez