I want it all of the time

Another night of ear plugged slumber. Everything is like a newborn baby ready to burst, a fraction of a fractor on the whoknowswhat pipeline. Drilling for oil. Jack hammers. The way you snore like an imperceptible longing.
The meal last night sent me to the edge and back.
Blossom.
It was beyond my wildest imagination.
These days, it takes too much to access the tenderness.
Seen on a t-shirt: Sexual Preference: Often.