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As I write these final words, my secret place is softly wet and fragrant.
When the day is done and

The night falls,

I am consumed by you.

All thoughts lead to you,

As I long to hold you gently to me,

Your hardness penetrating me.

Slowly at first,

A sweet agony.

Feel my tight, smooth pussy,

As I wrap my legs around you.

I beg you to go further, faster,

And you do, exquisitely so.

I match your thrusts,

Gripping you tightly each time,

Digging my heels into you.

Your cock plays me like a

Famous piano piece,

Most sensually.

Crying out in sweet release,

We cum in unison.

This crosses my mind a thousand times.

You turn me on so completely.

You're an eternal fire that burns within me,

All consuming.

I probe your mind like you probe my body.

As I think of you,

I place my hand

Between my legs,

Wanting, needing, desiring to be with you.

Pretending my right middle

Finger is you.

Middle finger on my clit,

My finger held at angle.

The deeper I go,

The more it hits my clit.

And I am consumed by thoughts of you.

Left hand on my right breast,

Fondling it, squeezing it.

Thoughts of your cock,

Making me so very wet.

As I touch myself,

I bring myself to

Intense pleasure

Over and over again.

Consumed by you.

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