Satisfy Me Poem by Maureen Maggott

SATISFY ME

Your love is not enough for me
It is fragile, feeble, feline.
It softly curls under my heart
And sits there waiting, purring, smiling.

Your gentle touch irritates me,
Like a ragged feather on my skin
The liquid languour of your love-making
Leaves me restless, wanting, undone.

Get up! I need, I need so much.
Arouse me, take me, make me, play me.
An insistent passion should ignite your touch
And with tigrish fervour, wildly sate me.