Fleeting Pleasures
Late night conversation, leading into day. Feeling your intense energy eventhough you're far away.
Your voice rolls all over me, like sap on a tree. Imagining your tongue, tasting my peach that steadily flows honey.
Longing for your hands upon my flesh. Carnal images on my mind, with no escape.
Needing to be liberated with your liberator. Shallow dips, deep thrusts and a steady pace.
It'll be awhile, longer than a minute, before I make my pilgrimage to you. Till then, fleeting pleasures, with you on my mind will simply have to do.
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