A Thought of You
Not a stitch on. Laying in bed. Imagining your scent. Your voice in my head.
Ripened blackberries upon firm chocolate mounds. Your finger stirring and dipping in the wetness you've found.
My hips grinding and circling to your pace that is steady. The hardness of your cock against my thigh, signal that you're ready.
Moist yoni beckoning to rigid lingam, to venture deep inside. Moaning in sync and thrusting deep, to where the center of my love resides.
Chest to chest, limbs intertwined, two souls melding as one. Energies mingling, passion burning hotter than a thousand suns.
Feelings of waves growing bigger, but not ready to stop. I swiftly lay you down to finish the ride from atop.
I'm calling out your name, you're professing I'm the best. Up, down, back and forth while you tweak the nipples on my breast.
Cumming, oh so hard! Goosebumps decorating my skin. Feeling you pulsating inside my walls. Releasing your essence within.
Laying here wondering if you feel me, like I feel you. It's amazing how you set my soul ablaze with just a thought of you.
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