Blink twice

Forever thinking about you when I touch myself.
Come home.
And I can’t seem to shake it from my bones.
Come home.

To feel your hands gently lining my back and neck.
To feel your sweet juices, dripping, all over my lips and breasts.
Heavy, hot breath on me,
Grabbing on your arms as you caress my throat and trace your wet tongue up to my ear.
When I cum, you make me so weak.
You’re home.

To lay my bones down with you, I feel at home.
I need you like a tree needs water.
Thank God, you’re home.