It may be my own hands that tease and please and soak me through tonite but it’s your love-gestures that swoop down through my random recollections.
Jaw clenc
hing with pleasure/
your steely thickness of gorgeous, urgent need pulsing against my soft skin,/
how your eyes train on every whimper of my pleasure/
my mouth full with tasting you/
and your sweetest of cum-sighs…
All that you are when you have given yourself to me – the way you are with me – slips out with each gasp of my throaty cum. My toes curl and my long legs tense … I am so wet. so hot. so raw with wanting you.
And then, I smell us on me.
And you are here with me, again… as you should be.
