Memories Of Her, Lost In The Night
A woman's midnight exploration of desire, self-pleasure, and the ghost of her lover's touch.
As I lie here, legs spread in darkness, Alone with thoughts of her wicked caress, My fingers plunge to quell the throbbing need, That floods my sex with wanting, desperate greed. The sheets still reek of our animal rutting, Female bodies slick with sweat, grinding, gushing, Her tongue once flicked my clit to ecstasy, Now, just a ghost that leaves me aching, empty. So I'm wondering, spread-eagled in the night, Do all women...