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Click hereI sit here alone, thinking of you
Of the time we first met
Of the things that you say
Each exchange and how I get so wet
Sometimes I think
That somewhere in your mind
You think you've no value in my life
That you're easily left behind
But each night in my bed
My thoughts stray to you
The times we don't talk
They make me so blue
I sit here alone
Waiting for your reply
Oh to only have wings
To you I would fly
I lie awake in my room
Naked and spread
Wishing you were here
Between my legs in my bed
First my nipples I tease
Pinching, pulling, sometimes sucking
Dreaming of you
Whom I would love to be fucking
Trailing my nails
Down my stomach and sides
Reaching my soft, bare pussy
And sliding inside
Four fingers inside
My thumb on my clit
Moaning your name
Wishing you could hear it
Upon my sheets I lie
When the writhing ends
Coming down from my climax
And feeling a bit spent
I think of you
Throughout the miles
Did you think of me tonight
Did my image make you smile
Oh to feel you against me
Your breath on my skin
Your cock steadily throbbing
And me inviting you in
Some day my love
When we are free
Some day I wish
It'll be you and me.
You have missed your calling, Kiki. Love poems with longing and lust. Trailing your fingers to nirvana and surrender.