The Wanting

I cross my thighs, hold 'em tight
Wait for the kiss, yearn for a touch 
Destitute and wanting I feel
Not to be wanted, not to be craved, 
not just once, but twice and more
Shh! They say
Not the way a righteous wife should speak
Not the way a virtuous woman should act
But I stay muddled
Do I procure Cleopatra's prowess to
hold my love or Kamala Das's valor 
to shred my cult?