My Body Remains Untouched


My body aches;

My loins quake;

My mind is baked

Beneath the white-hot sun of desire,

Drifting listlessly amidst the endless sands of loneliness.

My body contorts like a knuckle as my mind cracks,

Splintered by the relentless pounding of Lust's hammer.

Would to God that I did some pounding of my own.

Would to God that one would ensnare me in her embrace,

Lock my lips with hers;

that my hot iron might poke and prod her warm hearth.

Even the thought of such pricking sends prickling waves

Crashing with violent passion

Against the indomitable crags of my current condition.

The weight of a pair of hips smacking into mine

Is the only weight I wish to gain, then lose, then gain yet again.

I am drawn to the present-ness of such presence.

The only present that can break past-and-future's siege on my mind

Is a conflagratory union employing Trojan design.

So sublime would it be, but alas, woe is me,

For my body remains untouched.

  • Author: AnxiousMane (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 16th, 2021 09:56
  • Comment from author about the poem: Chaucer-ish poem describing my frustration with my inability to navigate sex and relationships
  • Category: Erotic
  • Views: 21
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  • Paul Bell

    Surprised this didn't get any comments. Sometimes in relationships, we just try too bloody hard. Though, we are in the computer age, just put in your interests, and who knows, you maybe a click away from the perfect partner.

    • AnxiousMane

      Hey man, I appreciate that a lot, thank you. I'm gonna try to go outside more and look for the arenas where I can explore my interests around other people.

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