They drip out of me, like my cunt does most days
I question their arrival, from them, what do I gain
My nipples harden as they appear. I let them have their way.
I take a break from work and get into my car. My need is so great
Thoughts growing as is the damp spot on my cotton covered slit
Slipping fingers inside the lace waist now. I'll just have to be late
Sighing, a moan escapes my lips as I feel how wet. I let my fingers flit.
They play over my trimmed, soft shaven mound and wet, soft, little knob
Thinking, wishing I was not alone today. That I had company in my playing
A hard cock, rough or soft fingers to join me. Thoughts to make me throb
I love to play, make love and fuck. Anything to scratch that itch, is what I'm saying.
For now, I'll be happy with this short little distraction from my day
Sliding two fingers inside of me, and I can hear the noise. A sort of a squish
Being wet and ready is never a problem for me. With a lover, or if I just play
I push my thumb in my ass for good measure. More time now, is my only wish.
I think again of stories I've read. Full of love, ropes, anal, hugs, so much variety
I'm not picky, any naughty, dirty thoughts will do. They always work, I don't care how
Bondage, oral, older, voyeur, giving and getting, it doesn't matter now to me
Getting off and back to my day, is what I need and crave the most right now.
Oh, I've got it.