Erotic Flow-etry: "Wide Eyed"

This is an original poem of mine. So don't steal it lol.

Wide Eyed

I stood there waiting for the feeling...
Didn't know when it would come.
Lately, I had been feeling
the need for a special kind of attention
The kind that is autonomous,
monogamous,
forbidden and taboo.
I wanted to touch his body;
I wanted to know the truth.
So, I took out my frustrations
at all I couldn't do.
So I stood there waiting for the feeling
and as it started to come
I bucked wide eyed and reeling,
pretending it was his touch.