Nymphomaniac

Like Tantalus, whose thirst cannot be sated,
I hunger for each rough, each clumsy touch,
a hunger that can never be abated.
Compulsion eases slightly as I clutch
your body in its snakelike, fluid motion,
then floods back in as soon as you release.
A coupling devoid of all emotion,
where pleasure comes from swallowing your pleas
to please, please feel, please join me as we tremble,
indulge in sacred fetishes and hurts,
then let me put together, reassemble,
the me that redefines and reasserts
those parts that are still mine, that I still own.
Together but as always, all alone.