The guitarist

As I sit here watching you from across the bar,
I watch your fingers strum the guitar.
I imagine you strumming my wet innocents, caressing your base to my breasts.
I'm invisioning your hips touching my naked skin,thrusting slowly and hard.
My lips tease your lips and our breathing is heavy,
I sneak a lick with my tongue  to your lip... your enraged with the urge and you thrust even faster.
As i raise my hips in the air, your going and going makes my pussy throb, the throbbing just burns in my core.
I feel it, i feel you.
It's comming, I'm cumming... as i watch you strum your guitar.