fingers linger inside.
slithering swimming deep.
the evidence is only skin deep yet sweet.
lacing a seductive longing knot you moan hard loudly as you grab your mouth.
not wanting anyone to hear.
the taste of your own lipstick consumed you.
tasting it became like a drug.
you bite your lip the picture of me in front of you wishing it could feel your love.
in person and in HD.
you wanted reality and this lust to make you whole.
but only I can.
touching yourself you found solace again and again.
the wetness between your thighs felt like rain.
not a downpour just a steady draft.
drenching you ravaging you coming and going like a wave yet you wanted to scream but the words they haunts your mouth.
your door closed.
nothing but this warmth of your body to comfort you which felt unbearable.
but pleasures are the burning sensation to lose control.
as your soft hand caressed the inside of your panties leaving you wet like strawberries soda.
suddenly the vibrator buzzing in your hands playing a sensual melodic game as you fell into a intoxicating trance you must have been there for hours.
wet hot heavy and wishing you wasn't alone.
it was your Rose that made you ache for me immensely.
your breasts so soft I could imagine what I would do to them if only I was there.
if only you knew the naughty thoughts that plague my mind.
then your body would quiver when I'm near.
butterflies and fireflies exist to swarm and burn.
yet it's the supple sweet kiss of the Rose that had you gasping for me.
the only touch of intimacy to make you drop to your knees.
yet your blue eyes Long for me.
your purple long hair sticky and wet just waiting to be pulled.
your porcelain skin so soft just hungering for my lips.
your pussy wanted to drown me.
your ass wanted my hands caressing you again and again.
snatching your soul.
deflowering you.
pulling out and taking control.
you were a dream.
I like losing myself to you.
I wanted your heart.
I wanted your soul.
I wanted to be yours in ways only you can console.
yet as you thought of me you lost All sense of control.
yet the soft caress of the Rose had you at your soul.
gripping reality and fiction.
yet every time you look at me you couldn't help but lose control.
your glasses fogged up.
heaven is one touch away.
until you talk to me again the next day.
©darkmocha
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