the exhaustion of desire and bad writing (or a simple random base yearning at 1:14 p.m.)

 for G.R.

My hot schoolgirl crush.
The hunger in me for you.
Incessant. Insatiable.

My body alive with you. In my head
you lean down, smooth the hair tenderly
from my face as I loudly and voraciously suck you.
My hand desperate and rapid inside me
as you hold me in place, harshly navigate
the dark ocean of my mouth.

That wet pulling in my core.
Oh, please, make me wait.
Draw it out and be softly cruel.
Avoid the places that
scream for your hands, your tongue,  
your swollen luscious cock.
Tell me that you own me
and make me whimper and beg.

You pinch hard at my nipples
while my eyes roll back inside my head.
Place yourself between my aching tits,
sliding between them slickly,
the sweet relief of your fingers
plunging fast and loud in me.

Taking the sweet head of your cock
and spreading it slowly over and within
my petal-soft folds, pulled wide for your viewing.
The insides of my thighs glossed with wetness.

Pushing up slowly into me, impaling my tiny body
with your too-full, turgid length.
In the end, fucking, fucking, fucking me with abandon.
The slapping of your heaving balls
a most delectable punishment.

Pull yourself out at the end, make me feel
the absence, my weeping cunt clenching at air.
Deny me release. Break my heart
while you pump yourself so gracefully, heartbreakingly,
hotly over that spot (oh your beautiful face), the one right above my
throbbing clit, so I can see your thick, lovely essence
spewing its massive drops on me.

Make me remember
how bad a woman I am.
Then leave me coldly
so you can haunt me forever.