I looked on through the rays of sun, out to the world outside. In doing this I start to think of all the words you’ve shared.
I rest my head for comfort, as this relaxes me. I think of you, and all your words, and what they mean to me.
Your words, they paint a picture of honesty and trust, of heartfelt memories, of hurts and comforts too. Of life’s loves and losses, goals made and achieved. Of desires thoughts and feelings.
All this you write to me.
They capture and they mesmerize and are thought provoking too. They tantalize my senses, they titillate my soul, and feel like a billion fingertips dancing over me.
They inspire and arouse me, and make me want to touch. So on this fine morning, I decide that I will do just this.
So as I lay here peaceful with thoughts of you in mind. An image clear, your face still there, your words begin to dance.
They dance across my eyes, and touch my heart so deep, excite my inner being and send tingles to my cheeks.
My heartbeat begins to quicken, my body feels so hot, as I place my hand below to rest upon my crotch.
As my fingers wonder and start to part my lips, imagination takes over and it’s your hand touching me.
A touch so soft and gentle, its purpose felt within, as desire and arousal lead you to my clitoris.
As you start to circle this little bud of mine, my breathing gains momentum and my hips begin to grind.