She was sat there with her blond hair
the object of desire
with her short tight skirt and her vest top
temperatures rose higher
she had long legs and beautiful body
with curved in all the right places
and as sat alone she typed her heart out
describing and tracing
the stories of her life within a textual dream
she played with word and language
so erotically
she let out pent up frustrations
on her laptop screen
while she sat there she enacted in her mind
her wildest dreams.
For although she was desirable of that there is no doubt
she wrote many a masterpiece through letting frustrations out
and as the words flowed so did her imagination as well
in a hope to sate her desires and that her aching body would be quelled
for she had no time for relationships
she had been burned to many times
so she learnt to ease her yearning body and her creative erotic mind
through writing out her fantasies in a solitude of desire
and as she wrote she felt each wore and felt her feelings mired
in a torment of frustration in a tornado of chronic lust
as she concluded that which she wrote down she felt that she was just
in letting out and letting go in a burst of passionate energy
and in those moments that followed it surpassed the imagery
if self love is the one thing we all need to learn to achieve
then this beautiful, intelligent, woman mastered it believe me
And as she packed away her laptop and rose to make some tea
she felt the benefit of her creative erotic relief
and she smiled and thought for a moment how less complex
life can be when you do not rely on others for that sensual relief.
fauxcroft 
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