Posted in Poetry, Thoughts


Playing back your voice in my head, following your instructions as you tell me to touch myself, I know that you are watching and I want you to enjoy the view. As I imagine its your hands all over me and feeling the warm between my thighs and in my sweet spot my heart begins racing as I reach the point of excitement from which I can’t calm down. The sexual energy between us is crazy, I wanna taste you so I reach for that lollipop and make it my own, waiting to hear the sounds of pleasure that sends me higher than I already am, I just gotta taste what you taste like, then I get a small sample and I find myself getting even more turn on as I patiently wait to swallow the goodness, but we stop and I’m waiting for further instructions