As I read the words you write,
Images of lust fill my head.
Breathless, I continue to read
All the while, blushing and squirming,
Desire for you, coursing through my veins.
Sighing in frustration, because release is not always near
But when it is allowed, your words make it oh so sweet.
Touching myself, quietly moaning
Feeling myself get wetter,as the images get clearer.
Imagining your hands, your mouth, your words in my ears
Thoughts of your body hovering over mine,
Imagining the entrance, to join our bodies as one.
I start to orgasm, but pull my fingers back,
I am not ready for this moment to be over just yet.
I think about you teasing me, pulling back and pushing back in,
About the sound of your voice, as you admire and touch my body
The look in your eyes when you look into mine.
The way you push me to my limits, and then pull me back again.
The way you fill me, stretching me, feeling my body take all of you.
You fuck me harder. Wanting to hear your name from my lips.
My fingers rub harder, and faster, Closer and closer to the edge
Till I hear in my head, you telling me to give myself to you...and only then do I let myself go, with your name on my lips, and quiet moans muffled by the blankets. Finally, release is mine, until the next time