Until

 


I'm day dreaming about you . . .

Undressing in rustic lace
in the midst of autumn as the fire cracks
behind the softest tones of I want you . . .

Well come here then and  be a good girl
as knee by knee on the bed you unfurl
under the pressure of my hand on your chest and your thigh, sinking into the bed
where feeling the surprise as your inhale deepens . . . along with my dick . . . And you hands grip tightly onto my hips where
one minute your pushing to keep me away, pulling me into your wetness again and again . . . .

 When I feel you tense and moan with glee, I can't help but loose all control over me, every muscle and fibre expands and contracts until our rhythm slows and we're laid on our backs grinning and smoking in silence . . . . .

Until I get another chance to daydream.