She needed something new and different
But the steamy, hot, enthused orgasmic sex,
Would not lay her restlessness or need to rest
And though she thoroughly enjoyed the sex,
And the connections she built up with the men
And the tales she shared with her husband,
Somehow she still felt frustrated as her body shook
Every time the men she met, of which she had no regrets,
Resided with fondness in her memories and mind
And though her husband was so sharing and kind,
She felt the need to try harder time after time
To get the satisfaction that she could define,
As the absolute pinnacle of her ultimate desire
Despite the quivering shuddering climaxes,
The sweaty body, the sighs, cries and moans
And not forgetting how it made her body explode,
Leaving nothing behind except the wet sheets
There was something that would often repeat,
That sense there was more, that she could not nail
And when she tried to define it she simply failed,
It’s that something within that we all struggle to find
Which is the purpose of our existence to which we all seem blind.
fauxcroft 
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