Sexual Yearning
I long for a mood that can only be filled by a strong and masculine girth.
The way I fantasize about the tips of your fingers. Pulling my hood upwards, exposing the swollen nub, Rub it explicitly with your thumb. As you watch the look I make when you slide your finger inside me. You kneel down between my spread legs, And diving your face devouring me with your sinful mouth, With your tongue flapping inside my flesh. Every action makes me lock you closely between my thighs, Staring into my eyes f...