Rookie Scribe
A garish neon sign strobes as I squirm on the creaky bed, naked and alone, sweating in spite of the chill. Your searing kiss lingers on my lips, the scent of your womanhood remains in my nostrils. I shudder as my skin remembers your hardened nipples brushing against me, and I feel the muscles of your womb rippling over my member, engorged and turgid with its own memory of its rightful place. You are not here. But you are in me as I climax in you, screaming your name in my agonizing, blissful release. I sleep, and dream of you.