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Of you

Of you:

My breasts feel heavy; my nipples hard and standing ready
I rub my hands over me; up and down slowly touching my body
Lying in my bed; I enjoy the coldness of my sheets as I am thinking�of you

I suck my finger; I lick it and get it wet
I think of things, we have not done yet
I am thinking� of YOU

I squeeze and grasp my ass: I open me up, on my knees and I think, of wonderful fun things to do
I touch myself the way I think you would do; will it feel better and shake better with you
I hump my purple jelly girl toy; I jump and shake, and it�s all wet, I am thinking� of you

I cry out, I sit up straight, I take every inch and I squeeze; holding it deep in my sacred place
I imagine your length, your size, the look in your eyes; as I trap you inside of me- I squeeze
I sit still and enjoy the invasion, a firm intrusion, a perfect sensation as I am thinking� of you

You said things to me, which made my breath, leave me; I become a slut in need
You built a fire inside the core of my center; and rolled over it with liquid lava I am burning
You are what I want, you are what I need, PLEASE! rescue me from this lonely self-touching

I am thinking of you
The beads, I am pulling them out one by one; popping, my body reacts to each one, oh my release
Cumming I call your name out, I know you want me to; and I am shaking, I am thinking� of only you

Lori