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Flow

Shhhh! The white noise of your background buzz is interrupting the flow.
My mind isn't racing.
It's meandering through all the possibilities of being with you.
I love the talent of shutting out all else but the thought of you touching me.
You view yourself as not worthy.
Good thing this is solely my fantasy.
You have no part in the composition.
All I have to do is shut my eyes.
And there you are to do what my mind tells you to.
My mind is whispering...
You should touch me here...
And here...
Smooth out that area, warming it up.
Sprinkle little kisses all over there preparing it for your gentle touch.
Close your eyes.
Step through the whisper-silk fabric that separates our world.
I know you can feel my hands glide across your thighs.
You feel my manicured nails scratch across your abs.
I know you do because I heard your quick intake of breath.
Felt your muscles flex beneath my fingertips.
I open my eyes.
Returning me to reality.
I have a secret smile when I have thoughts of you.
We've had foreplay numerous times.
I look forward to many days when we can slow-wind.
Right now I am content to close my eyes.
Imagining your hands on me.
Allowing my mind to just...
FLOW