I miss it

I miss it I miss it

Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

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Just some random thoughts thrown together in no particular form....

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Just some random thoughts thrown together in no particular form....

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Submitted: August 29, 2016

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I miss it

 

I miss the softness of your lips,

But the urgency of your kisses.

I miss your tongue in my mouth,

Playfully fighting for control.

I miss the moans you make

When my kisses trail from your ear to your neck.

I miss your hands,

Presenting your breasts and nipples,

Proudly. Wantonly.

I miss the softness of each breast

Filling my greedy mouth,

Nipple screaming for attention.

Hard.

I miss the sight of your legs,

Parting. Teasing.  Inviting.

Gently wrapping around my head.

Capturing me. Holding me. Wanting me.

I miss the feel of your wetness,

Kissing my lips, coating my face,

Feeding me like warm wine.

I’m drunk from it.

I miss the response of your body,

Accepting my enthusiasm,

Taking everything I give.

Willingly. Appreciatively. Hungrily.

I miss the moan when I kiss your mouth,

Sharing the taste of your arousal.

I miss the touch of your hands,

Pulling. Urging. Guiding me.

I miss the feel of your breasts,

Spreading beneath me,

Flattening under my weight,

Nipples boring into my chest.

I miss the heat of our union,

Swift and yet not enough,

Never enough.

Grinding together.

Lips tearing at each other.

Not enough breath for both of us.

I miss the intensity of your fingernails,

Digging into my flesh, announcing,

Punishing me, rewarding me,

For your ultimate pleasure.

I miss the heat, the strength of your body,

Seducing the life from me,

Wantonly. Endlessly. Shamelessly.

Until I am spent.

I miss the aftermath, the warmth,

The glow in my heart.

The comfort of mutual joy.

I miss the insatiable ease,

With which you choose to continue,

Reversing the role.

Kisses roaming, teasing, all too soon

And yet not.

I miss those lips that somehow

Always find and conquer,

Always rejuvenate, playfully

Revive and control,

Creeping to the edge and back,

Soaring and yet calming,

Invoking involuntary thrusts,

Over and over until -

And only until

You decide.

I miss not knowing

How will it be?

Where will it end?

Because you are the seducer.

I miss it.

I miss you.

 


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