Before I sleep

 
My eyes are drifting closed
in remembrance of your smile,

my hands wandering downwards
there to stay awhile.

My mind is lingering on
your sweet, enticing lips,

my fingers slowly slipping
inside, tip by tip.

My imagination is conjuring
a lustful look onto your face,

my fingers at their task,
picking up the pace.

My skin is flushing pleasurably
at your phantom touch,

my body starts to quiver;
I can only take so much.

My breath is panting short and shallow,
nerve endings start to hum,

I whisper your name to myself,
and. I'm. About. T-to...