The Race to Satisfaction

by innocentcrybaby   Mar 30, 2006


Rushing, racing. Trying to get there.
Pushing, pulling. Trying to get air.
Storming, struggling. Wanting it too much.
Breathing, breaking. Wanting it to touch.
Fusing, feeling. Just got to get it.
Mourning, missing. Just got to live it.
Reaching, roaming. Almost there.
Pressuring, pushing. So close I'm scared.
Treating, teaching. Showing its true core.
Massaging, mastering. Showing more.
The rush the wave the shock is there.
So free so full from my feet to my hair.
Tears of completion stream down my face,
Satisfaction, joy I have won this race.

Innocent Crybaby*

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