- Erotic Poetry
- Missing Master
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Missing Master.(Self Pleasure)
She lay cold and lonely.
Unusual, usually, but things had changed.
And supine sorrow enveloped her.
She had to give herself a hand.
Her index finger followed her aqua line nose,
drew a path straight to the peeks of her upper lip.
Pulled her pout of a bottom lip and found the dart of chin.
Strong features.
Traces down her neck.
Pressing the tendons there. Either side.
She exhaled as she did so.
Alone with memory.
Talk about striking a chord.
Her sternum was lifted by her pleasure.
What she felt now – herself following her
And him – him reading her cue.
She following him.
And whaling up inside her, beneath her belly button and deep.
Pleasure.
Her body craves the feeling and her memory, having memorized, recalls
The ecstatic state of her own body.
“Not until your pussy drips babygirl”.
She traces and circles her clit with her left and pleasures and tortures her nipples with her right. She opens her mouth for phantom kisses.
Now,
She dips inside.
So wet. So warm.
She brings herself off.
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