This Can't Be Wrong

This can't be wrong
it feels so right

Just living my life
day by day

And becoming more despondent with each turning
of the sun

My body yearning for something
that men cannot give
though they try
and try

And still cannot deliver

I yearn

Am I asking too much
of them and their brothers
do they have what it takes
to please me
at last

Becoming more despondent with each turning
of the sun and the moons

My own touch
upon my tender aching breasts
is dear to me
fulfills
when my fingers are seeking the sweet spot
below
where the glow begins and passes
through my body and soul
the glow
I shine upon myself
fulfilling
but not filling the whole

I need

I have become more despondent with each turning
but the burning need
allows me to see

To sense
to discover the fruit
I would pluck
fresh from the vine

I seek

The one to fill me body and soul
and so young
so eager
pleasing me like never before
filling me body and soul
filling the need
and giving more than his older brothers
ever before

Filling me to the core
and each turning bringing even more

No need to seek evermore

As my peers
knew for years
the fresher the clover
the sweeter the honey