My mind reels with thoughts of you. All day.
I want to ask you questions, keep the conversation going. All day. Stupid questions too…
Questions like what your favourite colour is or what your favourite food is.
My brain hurts from having your face in my head all day. I swear I have it memorized, that face.
Your eyes and your nose and your lips and your ears. That damn line-up. Your eyes. Your mouth. And those goddamn teeth of yours.
I hear your voice, randomly. And I imagine it calling my name. Over and over and over again.
I think of the length of you and how I want to climb you so bad…how I want to slowly crawl over you and kiss your thighs and your torso…
…your belly and your chest and your neck and your ears, dip my tongue along the edge of your earlobes, hear you moan. That moan.
And your eyes. I want to kiss your eyes.
And then I want to sit up on you and slide you, slowly, slide you into me, feeling my walls tear open with the thickness of you.
And then my head instinctively goes back, my eyes close, clear indication of the pleasure you’re filling me with.
I want to ride you slow but my insides want you fast. My insides want to feel you deep in my belly, so deep that tears form in my eyes.
And thinking of this now, thinking of you now, thinking of how my walls will feel once you’re inside, thinking of how wet you’ll make me, makes me wet.
I feel a slight throbbing deep inside me and my mouth falls open slightly, as my tongue slowly slides across my lips, just from thoughts of you….
…that’s how bad I want you baby.