I Am Not a Poet But I Think I Write Poems

I cant believe myself.
Even after struggling with you.
My body still wants you so badly.
My eyes wants to see you.
My ears want to hear your deep voice groan.
My hands want to hug you.
My tongue wants to lick you.
My honeypot wants you inside her.
My legs want to encirle you when you are inside me.
And my mind wants to record the play as it unfolds.