From me to you

From me to you

Kisses sent on Butterfly wings, go across the void to kiss you on the cheek, whispers carried on gentle clouds, do your here me speak

The slightest touch late at night, when you are in your bed, do you know I'm there with You, or is it just all in your head

A tingle in your inner thigh, a breath goes across your Rose, a smell of a unknown cologne wafting up your nose

You feel yourself getting wet, your arousal starts to grow, you feel beneath your red lace panties, your juices have begun to flow

Hands start to do their job, you start making circles on your clit, your mind wanders to your poet as your fingers go in your slit

Eyes closed head laid back, your racing to orgasms edge, pinching on your swollen clit will push you off the ledge

Soon you start to cum, your soaked but where did that need come from, was it lust and desire from across the void sent by your poet Ron

Ron