Finishing the household chore I move on to a cup of tea,
Do I have time, I know I do as my mind fills with glee.
Logging on , a little breathless,
Hoping you are on, the buffer seeming endless.
Heart sinking, its a shame you see,
I have little time, and you can't be here with me.
Moving to the homepage, I see the list of lush author's work,
Do I want a little reluctance? A little stranger danger's quirk?
Settling on one of my fave authors, Mysteria27 I believe,
Knowing She will fill the anticipation of my need.
I grace her words with imaginations touch,
My body reacting wanting and such
Do I have time to read another Bard,
Not when my toy is calling Hard.
Turning the computer off and walking away,
Towards the bedroom, my hips do sway.
A little thought touches my mind,
I want to feel you deep inside.
Placing my hand on my side table drawer,
I figure my Lelo will be my final straw.
Walking in front of my tall mirror,
I slowly undo my buttons, moving nearer.
Seeing my bra peaking out so lacy,
Knowing the red is rather racy.
Pushing the material off my shoulders,
Dangling from my hands, eyes a smolder.
Nipples taut teasing my eyes,
With a flick of my hands, my shirt flies.
Slipping my hands to the back of my skirt with ease,
Zip lowered, its slips to the floor like a tease.
Stepping out, I view my body in its underwear,
How would it feel if you where here?
Ruby Red against my delicate white skin,
Looks daring, sexy, made for one to sin.
Looking over at the large empty bed,
Imagining it filled with hungering you instead.
Moving over and slipping into its folds so silky
Cool, refreshing, my mind refuses to feel guilty
Slipping my hands around my body's curves,
My eyes close, hands squeezing my nipples as they deserve.
Faces of a dream made man fills my mind,
My hands move downwards, my hips being to grind.
A touch, a slid, a flick against my clit,
Brings that old ache for bodies to knit.
Fingers moving, touching, arousing,
Emotions making me feel like I am drowning.
Slight pressure as I push one inside?
Breathing heavy, wanting it to be you I ride.
Wanting, aching, needing your touch,
My fingers sliding, pushing, withdrawing and such.
With a scissoring motion, I feel my core,
Let go of its centre, my ears all a roar.
Resting my head against the pillow so soft,
A tear leaves my eye, emotional release it is not.
A dream man you see is the perfect lover,
He never leaves a girl wanting for another.
And though we tease each other in the forums with want and need,
It is my dream lover who gives freedom in my own greed.
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