Self Touch

Just the very thought of you
Sends my Pussy into overdrive
wishing You Where next to me
touching me
holding me

I blink and realise my
hands have a mind of there own
with no control my fingers
walk to my panty line

They dip and slip under
the silky covers
to my damp slick flower
they find the place
between the folds of my
world and frolic in my
wonderland

Head Thrown back I
feel my body tense
Images of you flash
like a silent movie
Muscles reaching there
limit
I release to the image
of a kiss