Boxers

I found them today
Under my bed,
The boxers you left behind.
Tight little Nike's
I put them on.

I laid back on my duvet,
I remembered you.
Running my hand over the cloth
Rubbing myself, like
How I rubbed you
To a full hard beautiful cock.
The best I've seen,
Trapped beneath.

Wearing them
Feeling them, it's turning me on.
My fingers dip into
Those tight little shorts
Finding my wetness
Spreading slippery
Over my smooth lips
And throbbing clit.

My breath is getting shorter,
I need something to suck
As my mind sees you in front.
With the worship I give
To that lovely well hung,
Uncut in all it's beauty,
Slides over my tongue.

Flicking my clit
Slick'n soaked tips,
As you push that beast
Between my lips.
To the back of my throat
You start fucking,
My hot wet mouth.

I'm stroking and sucking
And flicking, can't stop.
My hips undulate,
As I'm picking up speed
I'm craving, needing
To taste your seed.

That tingling sensation,
Unexplainable in itself.
Rises to meet my shortened breath
I buck and I writhe
As I feel my body tense
Gripping my sheets.
A moan I can't stop
As I shake and cream.

I'm smiling and giggling,
From cumming so hard
In those tight
Little
Nike
Boxers.