Thoughts engage me in silky memories of you.
You’re like a playlist that crawls beneath my skin,
My Eyes close with the thought of it.
My fingertips find my lips,
Tongue grazing the surface with thoughts.
I’m suffering from hunger,
A desperate need to taste you… And no one else will do.
And with the gentle glide and slide of slick wetness,
I find my neck, my collarbone, my hip.
I’m reaching for it, as if it were you.
Biting my own wrist,
I’m encompassed with a deep need and want,
And there’s no going back.
Eyes rolling, legs twisting tighter with the pillows between my legs,
I’m aching, suffering,
And Thinking of you play by play.