Here I lay. Drinking wine. Feeling lost and alone. I am missing you. I am sad and lonely. I need to feel your touch and your warmth. I want to feel the tenderness of your kiss. The passion. The sensuality. I miss you. Everyday. Every moment. You have no idea how much I miss you. Please cum to me my sweetheart.
It has been a long time. I can remember our hesitation before we found our comfort with each other. I was never sure what pleased you. The tension was good. I like how real you are. I like that you take chances. What are you doing now. The wine must be long gone. Is there time to touch?
ReplyDeleteI miss you. I miss your touch and your feel. I miss the sound of your heartbeat and the feel of your warm breath on my skin. You always knew how to please me, you taught me, you guided me, I was there to learn and enjoy. You, and your words, could take me places you don't imagine. The wine is gone and I am still alone. I miss you. I want to hear your voice speaking softly to me, and your strong touch caresses me. I am here, wanting, waiting, yearning.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad to be back. I don't want to remember anything. I want to start at a new beginning. Who is she sitting with her empty glass? This is crazy too. I can't possibly forget your breasts. I need to see them again. To touch them. You do read my mind. I am rivited to your finger tips as they slowly unbutton your blouse. No bra! Wonderful to watch them appear. I need to touch you. I hear you say, "come" and I am behind you. My hands lift your hair and glide over your shoulders your skin feels velvet smooth. I reach down and cup each breast. And I stop. Enjoying the warm softness of you even as I gently roll the tips of your feeling your hardness.
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