Insatiable

This... well I'm kind of embarassed to say what this poem is about. But if you can guess then maybe you can understand

Insatiable

Don't touch him
Don't taste him
Don't hold him
Don't kiss him
Caress him
Embrace him
Use him
Abuse him
Stroke
Nuzzle
Squeeze
Bite
Reassure him in the night

Let him suckle at his mother
Let midnight wishes sate his lust
You'll never match his insatiable digits
So why try as though you must

Give up
Give in
Lie there
Mouth open, eyes wide
Dripping and dizzy
A memory of a soul watching
As he acts out those films
Without thought or conscience or care
Act as though you're not there

by Bekaboo
17/05/05