I lie here in the faintness of last evening
spellbound by rememberances of
heat and lust.
The sun pierces a sliver of light
thru the eye of the window and
lays itself across my bare-skinned body.
The scent u left on my pillow is as alluring as
it was when you wore it...and me.
Oooh love how you stir my senses
and I can't help touching myself as
I remember your touch: subtle and erotic.
My fingertips airily grazes my flesh as they
follow the pathway traveled by
your tongue and lips.
My temperature slowly rises
as the fever between my thighs ignites
by each of your kisses
felt with every stroke of my hand.
I ache at the thought of you not being
inside of me, but let my fingers take your place
just this once.
My motions cannot compare to the depths
u reach while inside of me; still, I find myself inside
myself and I feel so damn good.
I push in and pull out.
I push in and pull out.
In and out: deeper and deeper.
My hips waver back and forth
as if I'm on top of you;
yet again, you inside of me is
incomparable to anything
or anyone else.
I'm biting my bottom lip
and caressing the form
of my erect nipples that's begging
for my mouth's attention...
so I comply.
I am so pleasing to my palate.
I imagine your tongue there,
between my legs as I pull out for the
last time so comes the honey of me
trickling down my inner thigh.
I use those juices to help my fingers
glide over my pulsating extension so there's
no friction between me and myself.
I slide first two, then three fingers
back and forth.
Slowly,
back and forth.
back and forth.
I breathe in this provocative
aroma my body's giving off
and can't help but wonder
how good I really taste.
I put two of those three fingers
in my mouth and discover the
nectar of my sweetness.
Again, I am so pleasing to my palate.
While my one hand is
pleasuring my breasts,
the sensation of what I'm doing to myself
becomes overwhelming
and I...I...I slow it down.
I take my time on me like you
take your time on me and revel in how
good it feels to please myself.
With my eyes closed, I imagine
the breath of you upon my neck.
I lick my lips and taste yours.
My hands titillate my body as does yours and
I find myself enamored by the thought of
the pleasures you've given me.
I can't take it anymore and I reach a level
of elation that before this moment
only you had brought me to.
I climax with my fingers on me, the thought of
you in me, and your love all over me.
I'm so weak, but satisfied, and
I wrap my naked self in the comfort of the sheets
we made love in last night.
I'm missing you.
I wait for you, patiently,
to come home to me
so I can feel you inside of me
because as good as I am to me
there's no better feeling than having
the man I love cum with me.
Cum with me baby...
CUM with me.
T'ya
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Last Night
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