Does He Think Of Me~

I wish he knew how hungry I am for him
how his scent tickles on my tastebuds
making my mouth water

wondering if he aches for me in sensuous
ways he can't help but touch his growing
delicates thinking about me

picturing his slow steady movements
my own swollen delights beckon my
touch thinking about his invasion

my desire to be taken over by his lust
filled with his fury sinking my nails
into his flesh in pleasure

I tremble as my excitement heightens
knowing he will cum for me spasmodically
I hope he whispers my name