I did a noble thing last night,

Someone,

I did not fuck.

 

So, why,

This morning,

Do I feel,

This deep agitation,

The loss,

Of warm skin’s sweet smell,

Of hot wet kisses swallowed,

Of tongues wrapped,

Of electric coursing,

Of hands exploring,

Under clothes,

And into warmth,

Softness,

Of tightened nipple,

Of moist wet cunt,

Smelt, Licked, Entered,

Of heightened pressure,

Of cock exploded.

 

I did a noble thing,

But, I,

I am not.