Reaching For You

For my goddess - I miss you already.

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Sun bleached hair dancing in the wind,
arms wrapped around my goddess -
"Move with me," you whisper and
few things are ever so damn easy.

I'm trusting like a newborn babe
and you've earned every drop of it.
You reach back and electricity jolts
through my body, directly to my clit.

I don't want to ever stop - to let go
or climb off of the rumbling bike
roaring between our thighs.
Nobody ever had it so fucking good.

Goodbyes are bittersweet - turn off
the engine, lower the sails, kiss me now.
And don't you dare let go of me -
one more hug, a whisper of a touch.

You're miles away now, but in my heart
you still sit between these thighs.
I'm moving with you now, eyes closed
and the wind's fingers dancing in my hair.

I'm going back to dreamland, baby -
meet me tonight and we'll go for a ride.
In dreams I'll hold you, bask in your smile
and never ache with the loss of parting.

The way your grin makes my heart swell,
how your touch makes my thighs quiver -
you've got a permanent home in my heart
and you're squatting in my brain.

Until next we meet, darling one -
I'll be thinking of you every moment
the wind teases or whispers in my direction.
Know that I'll be reaching for you.