
I lie in bed,
amidst my tousled sheets,
they rub deliciously
over my hot skin.
I let hands trail,
lazily...
and in my mind's-eye
I see you,
reaching for me,
tracing my pulsing
body...
Your tongue traces
the inked lines
on my back,
and I cannot
stop the shivers,
which run down my spine,
nor do I want to.
My breasts are full
in my hands,
nipples tight,
and I can feel
the wetness slide
between my legs,
where I wish you were.
I slip a finger
into my mouth,
a poor substitute
for what I really want,
and then let my hand
drift...
to tease my moist lips,
I writhe and moan,
in those tousled sheets
and work magic,
with my fingers...
Incoherent, whispered cries
escape me
as I arch my back
and come in lonely ecstasy...
I lie in bed,
and think of you.