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I come home in the morning and go to bed
I long for the touch of your hand caressing my buttocks
             Massaging my legs and back;
        Then moving around to find my breasts
       My nipples stiffen at the thought of your touch
And the patch between my legs moistens with desire

 On my back under the covers;I spread my legs to
 Your image that floats through my mind. I'm wet
    For you. My lips quiver for your caress, your
 Entry. My hands are not allowed near. You alone
          Must fill that need in me. I wait.

No one but you can bring about such feelings in me.
 If I try to conjure up a situation with someone else,
        I can't. If I try to tease myself, to heighten
      Expectation with a rub or a squeeze, I can't.

            You alone possess the ability to
Satisfy my needs, to stimulate by mere thoughts of you.
            My heart is pounding, but I wait.

       I hear you open the door, my ears hear, my
       Body reacts. Stiffening, lubricating, ready.

       Please take me now.......Wait? I can't.