You're my fantasy, my dream.
Making love with you, is unlike anything reality wise, I've yet to see.
You hold me right.
You touch me right.
You kiss me just right.
I've sighed, and moaned for you, until I was near breathless, with delight.
I know you're there, because on my skin, I can still feel the sensations left by the sweeping of your hair.
I can still almost taste you on my lips, and tongue.
When you climaxed, I drank your inner wetness, as much as I could.
The way your vaginal muscles climaxed against my thirsty tongue, and lips, is its own form of heaven, and bliss.
So I awaken, hungry and thirsty because of your magic on me.
And I'll be glad, when the fantasy of you, becomes a living dream to thee.
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