I thinkof you

Alone beneath the sheet
Hand rests on warm, naked thigh
I think of you
Breathing you in
Filling my mind
Flooding my senses

Face image appears
Behind closed eyelids
Memories of your scent pervade
My fingers wander over curves
With your hand

Navigating expertly the
Hills and valleys of my form,
My touch is yours
Skin erecting in response to
Replicated, recalled awakening

Lingering on dense breast flesh
Exploring luscious mounds
Straying to tightening hard peaks
My hands become your lips
Through the magic of my mind

Pinching puckered tip swirling dark smooth halo
With your hungry mouth
Fingers leap to my parted, damp lips
Sucked in by greedy lust I taste your saltiness as digits
Transform into your stiff rod

Saliva slick finger phallus
Finds wantonly aching
Lips of neglected femininity
Dipping into the moist, glistening folds
Stroking pleasure bud gently as would your tongue

Juices flow and trickle
Your proxy penetrates
The yielding, wet heat
I call your name, see your smile
Washed in waves of release

Alone beneath the sheet
Breathing deeply
Relaxed, replete
Drifting into sleep
I think of you