Two words. One thought. All consuming.

For days now … weeks even … one thought has returned to my head.
Again and again and again.
Louder each time.

It passes but will not leave.
And nothing will displace it.
Not sleep, nor alcohol, nor necessities.
Not porn, nor wanking, nor sex toys.
Not the sting of climax. Nor the irritating chill of spent semen. Nor post orgasmic emptiness.

When it is in the shadow, the thought lurks malevolently. It will move into the glaring light of consciousness soon enough.

Sometimes the thought is of Her. Briefly. Until present and future tear apart that past.
Sometimes it is of you. Whoever you are.
More often it is disembodied. Anonymous. Amorphous.
Anyone. Someone. No one.

Two words. One thought. All consuming.

Fuck me!

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