nipples straining against pyjama top,
whilst bottoms are absolutely sodden,
knowing my body is craving release,
because this desire for you, just won’t stop,

in the privacy of my dreams and thoughts,
can at least pretend that you are mine,
as I slip out of this damp night attire,
sprawled on the bed, so wantonly disports,

eyes closed tightly, as my arousal soars,
luxuriating in masturbation,
as my mind conjures that you are right here,
and that the fingers caressing, are yours,

tracing from jaw, to hollow of my throat,
fingernails raking across collarbone,
in their wake, goosebumps raising on my skin,
on my shoulders and down my arms they float.

cupping the curves of my heaving breasts,
giving them attention they’re aching for,
squeezing, kneading and massaging them both,
index fingers circling hardening crests,

nipples grasped between forefingers and thumbs,
pretending pressure felt, are from your teeth,
waves of pleasure flow straight to my clit,
rolling them, and fingernail the top strums,

getting so close to coming, just from this,
but letting hands slide slowly down my flesh,
sliding over smooth mound, to fiery core,
adrift in my thoughts, as I reminisce,

over weeping furrow of my sex slide,
imagining that fingers are your tongue,
as it gathers the nectar that seeps out,
then slowly works its way deeper inside,

scooping out finger of juices that seep
raising up to my mouth, to taste my lust,
before caressing clit, with that wet finger,
while two fingers of other hand delve deep,

tormenting my throbbing and aching clit,
moaning and shuddering from the pleasure,
arching my sweaty flesh well off the bed,
three fingers pumping, in and out of slit.

as hips start jerking, bed springs start squeaking,
squelch of fingering my sopping pussy,
dreaming it’s you giving me pleasure,
runnels of my juices down thighs leaking.

tummy fluttering to frantic strumming,
as mind and fingers push me over edge,
flesh convulses violently in it’s throes,
pulsating ecstasy of such cumming.

sodden sheets, as hot juices freely vent,
body shuddering as my fingers thrust,
moaning your name, as tears run down my cheeks,
riding each new wave, till utterly spent.

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