Thinking of You

Early morning,
before the sun,
she awakens just slightly
and feels the warm buzz
of her senses,
flush with scintillations.

Not fully awake,
and in the near darkness,
she reaches for her pillow
and squeezes it
between her thighs
to comfort herself,
rolls over on it
and begins to rock herself
back to sleep.

Sensing a flow
of energy
along the lines
of her hips and stomach,
she shuts her eyes
and begins to gently
nudge the pillow
with her pulsing clit
and warms herself
as she straddles
the pillow
in a thrusting
and rocking motion
until she finds
herself ever so easily
cumming and gliding along
in the early morning light
of the open dawning window.

Only partially satisfied,
she reaches for the phone,
dials, and when
it answers
she says,
"I was just thinking
of you;
what were you
going to do today?"

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