All The Time...Is It Wrong

Is it wrong of me
To think about sex constantly
To want it so frequently
Hopefully by the same person...maybe
One day he wants me
Then the next he wants it to be me and a third party
To have it in and out the spectrum
To have it in my hands
To see it clear as the water in a glass
And to have resolve all the pains my body has acquire thru the week
To savor the luscious fountain drink
I can ask for a refill
In five minutes or as soon as I blink
I think
Its so simple in the ways of its motion
I say absolutely nothing and hears my body's every command
Grab here
Hold there
Push over
Slide here
Is it wrong to arrange it oh so well
To have it before work
On a day that I'm off
To go the distance
To run it by far
I have made a lot of options in the time frame given
I have tested the ways of my power to give in
To be so submissive....make me
To be so dominant....i can be
To pull your hair
To rub your head
To dig my nails into your back
As you destroy small existence walls
I have so much i want to say
And your instrument is writing every word
What more can i say
Give it to my your way
Then look into my eyes and say have me your way
I want it
Face down ass up
Instrument stand tall
Watery glands
Powerful jaws
Feeding the addiction
Giving a good fight to this cause
There is no room for pause
The brought, put it down like Santa Clause
This is a thought that crosses my mind....all the time
Sometimes three times a week it invades my mind
I prepare my body for encounter
I carry no boundaries fueling this fire
So now its arranged once again
Feeding a adiction
Committing another sin
Here we go again
And again....and again...lol