Gold

I want you so much! My essence reaches for you. My pussy aches for you. My lips are begging me to press them against yours as my arms wrap you in a tender embrace. I would let my fingers stray up and down your back, up your neck, easing the soreness that might be there. I would let them play through your hair, teasing it softly until you moan.

I can feel the heat from your body engulfing me as you approach. You wrap me up in your boyish grin, making me wonder what thoughts are running through your mind. The deepness of your voice smolders through my ears, filling me with such pleasure that I find my private parts twitching and exploding in orgasm after sweet orgasm. I have to try to stifle my moans lest you realize the effect that you have on me.

I find myself stroking my hands over my breasts and nipples as I type this, my face frozen in a stupid dreamy smile. My lower lips swelling as the walls of my hot tunnel clench together in intangible anticipation, hidden beneath my soft pink nightgown.

I know you are out there. I can smell your tobacco, pure and billowing into the night air. I envision the oddly shaped cigarette that was rolled by your own hands, so strong and masculine, your skin showing the first tan of the season, all golden and glowing.

Golden and glowing like your spirit. Rainbow heart and light of love, as pleasant as any sonnet, is your 24 carat soul. Your soul surrounded me and touched every part of my being when I first laid eyes on you.

My heart felt like it was jumping just now when you came into the kitchen for a cup of cold ginger tea and a frozen treat. I could see your arm out of the corner of my eye, reaching into the coolness of the refrigerator for relief from this insufferable weather.

I could see the soft dark, baby fine hairs there and it made me want to caress them. Then lift your shirt up to run my fingers down your nearly hairless chest. Your skin being luminous and pale there for you keep it covered from the sun.

And as I would gaze deeply into your eyes, my fingers would seek out the waistband of your jeans, feeling the torridness there and wondering if you would let me continue on. Let me slowly pull down your zipper and drop to my knees before you.

But you are not alone. You are not free. You are not mine. Not yet anyway. You are my every waking fantasy and the fodder of my dreams. I know you are out there. Maybe watching me as I yearn for you. Maybe you are hearing me cry out as I bring myself to climax, your image floating through my mind.

I know when I slip down under the sheets and close my eyes to rest, you will come to me. Our spirits will mesh. And we will nuzzle together with every ounce of our auras, feeding upon and nourishing each other. For it was meant to be.

And in the morning, we will smile at each other, both of us keeping the secret alive between us. And me? I will be hoping for more.