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Happy and sad, I'm here with my thoughts of you.
To explore your body in Spring.
To lie there, drunk on you.
So far away, but I'll wait to steal precious moments.
When you are before me, may I be so bold to ask that you...
Give me your mouth, trace my lips with your fingers, let me suck them, getting my mouth ready for your beautiful cock.
Let me hold the back of your head, as you bury your face between my legs... as I writhe and curse and my hips react needfully. The lovely aching, wave after wave. God sweet lover, push into me.
My fingers on your neck, your tender strong reactive neck, the smell there leaves me intoxicated.
Your phantom has teased me for so long with out even trying in the wake of your memory, leaving me to quench my yearning in shadowy corners by my own hands as my legs buckled and my mind fixated on you trying to recall your smell, your voice, your lovely fuck. How I plead. Finally to touch you. Every second I touch you, an orgasm in some way. To slide my mouth up and down your most private places, my tits on your thighs, my hands fevered soaking in every curve. Your fingers, your tongue, wouldn’t have a more grateful whore. So eager to please you, so appreciative of you.
Building for your touch for so long, if you just laid still and let me rub my naked breasts and legs on you, while I tried to put every part of you in my mouth and memorize the tastes, you'd still be a god to me. Though my sounds shameful, my words that of Babylon, my hunger that of a starving child I'll lay patiently at your feet till you'll have me.
My hips beg to move with you, not wanting you to go away, my tongue begs to savor you, not wanting to forget your taste, my breasts heave for you and my lips swell, surely the moon has no such influence on the ocean as you have on me.
I want to quiver beneath you, I beg for any part of you, to drink your cum like a predator on prey after winter's slumber.
To hold your cock in my mouth, to taste your release, to kiss you with it fresh in my mouth, to bury my face in every stinking forbidden part of you, these are the warmths in my winter of now.
Between my teeth, I’ll hold the most delicate pieces of you, my tongue bringing you ease, my hands bringing you comfort, my eyes reflecting the vision I have of you. My tongue on your tips, my hands guide your wrists, my mouth, my motion my momentum assures you again, I am your eager grateful whore.
My fingers an ever-present catalyst to my mouth letting me taste what you do to me.
When I have you under me, and I spill my lust on top of you, while it runs down your cock as you impale me, between and over your balls, let me suck your tongue, after let me clean myself from between your legs with my mouth. A prize that I have dreamt of for so so long. Know there is nowhere I’d rather be at that moment as I rise and fall on top on you. I’m so hungry for you: for your mouth, for your tongue, for your cum on my tongue, on my breasts, on my ass and yes for your smile, and your laugh and satisfaction.
Let me please you.
Communion.
Put your hands on my hips and pull me down on you, impale me, fuck me, feed me your cum...I’m starving for you, no one has wanted you more. I’ll drink every last drop of you and when it’s over I’ll mourn till I taste you again.
Beautiful Lover,
On my knees I tremble - in anticipation of you, come to me soon.
Even just to laugh with me, come to me soon.
so hungry.
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