Where does her mind go
when she thinks of me?
What titillates her thought processes?
Does her brain imagine the same caresses mine does?
Do my clothes disappear with a mental click of the fingers
or does she take her time
to reveal me?
Is she too eager?
Does she fuck me around what I wear?
Buttons undone,
fingers raked down my flesh lustfully,
ripped away underwear,
discarded without care
Or thought.
Just feel
just mental frenzy
just carnal creativity
or
Is it more calculated than that?
Slow seduction,
gentle kisses burning hotter
With each breath.
slipping lower,
hands sliding up and over
roving across unexplored lands of fantasy.
Hills and valleys
thoroughly toured and adored,
sensuality comprehensively explored.
Toe to tip,
belly button and collar bone dip.
Just a sip
at my wet core
Or more, more, more?
A deluge of arousal juices
smeared across her lips, her cheeks, her chin.
fingers curled within
Holding me on the brink
until I sink
into ecstasy.
Does she take what she wants from me?
Bends me to her will.
Holds me down (She knows I’d like it)
covers me in bites and scratches.
Uses me
Over and over,
harder and harder
making me her toy.
Leaving her orgasm
on me, in me, over me.
It’s just my luck
to be her fantasy fuck.
Sweet Thing, where DOES your mind go?
Fanning myself and panting over here!!!
Yay!