I need you. You need me.
In bed not in life. In shower not in life.
I need you. You need me.
I want to taste your body; want to nibble your breast; want to come inside you.
You want to undress me; want to take my release in your mouth; want me to moan.
I want you like you want me. Your satisfaction is not my lookout, but, mine is yours.
Because you’re starved of sex. And I am a medium of making you full, satiated.
So do, what you want to do. I am all yours. Make me satisfied.
And in the return, I’ll satisfy you by letting you order me.
I want you. You want me.
In different ways (though), but, isn’t it what the satisfaction in love means?
A symbiosis between two bodies–
One hungry and another one taking the chance of it…
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Daily Prompt: Symbiosis
10 responses to “Satisfaction”
Bold and provocative. Feelings! ❤
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It is actually angsty poem…these days this physical relation getting over the soul relation I think…
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I agree. 😦
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Thanks for sharing this view…
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sensual provocative yet the connection goes much deeper, two people joined not in the physical but emotional need of the other – loved the beauty of your words Sangbad!
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Thanks LoveDust for the appreciation…
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You said it all!
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Thank you…
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The bolder the better.
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Awesome!!
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