Private Time

Some type of need something in me triggers,
being alone watching my hands manifest Lust fingers.
The Want of my Body tracing Sexual Skin,
throbbing & clenching aching to be touched..by me indulging Pleasure Sin.
Sometimes Sweet Cinnamon tones fill my head,
other times blank Sensation is heard in my moans said.
Smooth sticky walls awaiting me, Invading my privacy legs spreading like honey.
Long sighs & gasps as grinding hips get everything it asks.
Sweat escaping my peanut butter pores,
Jamming nails deeper as satisfaction explores.
Teasing Desire cream of my fingers with my tongue,
Tasting persistent caresses marveling what I've done.
Muscles vibrating of Rhythmic contractions,
Easing my mind with the simplest of distractions.