Imagine

When you wrap your hand around yourself and move it up and down enjoying that raw pleasure… do you think of me? Do you imagine I’m with you biting your ear? Because when I’m touching myself just right… I imagine you’re here. Baby come home… Lover, I’m waiting for you to return so we can

Pulse

There are times when my body pulses with need for you… for your fingers your tongue your determination Nothing else can satisfy the pulse I get… except feeling yours inside of me. Picture from Pexels