With the Brush of My Fingers

Do you ever think of me and imagine feeling me - as only we can touch - feeling inside and out. With the brush of fingers my senses and skin comes alive - tingling in anticipation of your lips covering, teasing, fire burning - flames licking higher - swollen - expanding. Juices flow adding fuel, blazing inferno, bodies dripping. Rising higher we brush and then grasp the peak - releasing passion.
Do you ever think of me kissing, teasing between your legs - parting your lips I feel your breathing quicken as I slide my fingers into your soft, waiting purse - exploring - tasting - feeling you - the music plays louder more vibrant - beating, pulsing. You feel the tingle and numbness all at once - my tongue sending shivers as my fingers plunge, reaching deeper and deeper - rhythm flowing - tasting - teasing. Your lips cry out as I am rewarded with sweet nectar thick and dripping - swollen, satisfied, sleep.