haunted by the thought of you.
the things that go hump in night.
I hold my breath.
I swallow hard.
I gasp.
I scream.
yet there's a touch in-between.
a sensual carefree wild touch.
a fever chills my body.
as the touch goes deep.
in and out.
wanting to erotically erupted like a volcano.
but I hold back.
playing games with myself.
but devious minds are succumb with such heat.
such tender aching.
as I moan.
torn between having you here and frantically being fucked by a goddess of air.
I imagine you.
I fantasize.
the fever that eats away at me.
My fingers kiss the bulge between my legs.
I threw my head back wanting to howl at the moon.
obsessed over my taste of porcelain.
fixated on pale white soft skin.
the taste I knew well.
again and again.
I ravaged.
going into a frenzy.
missing the sweet touch of you.
the kiss that wakes me in the morning.
yet all I see is you.
naked you.
dreams aside.
as I miss the thrust of your thighs.
the quake of your pussy lips.
the sweet taste of your breasts.
the feel of your ass.
it is all poetry to me.
yet I laid here.
tossing and turning.
squirming.
my heart pounds.
yet I can't get enough.
I want the real thing.
yet I'm here inside a soaked dream.
wishing it drown me further.
your black long hair.
your blue eyes.
it all haunts me.
yet I can't deny the taste.
the softness.
yet I don't want no relief.
hungering.
starving.
for my best friend.
I fantasize about your pussy.
again and again.
knowing if I had it.
I'll never want again.
fore you are the only high.
the only taste of whiskey.
yet no other girl can do.
yet for you I'd burn the world.
yet I awake.
and I'm never the same.
wanting the taste.
even if it goes to my brain.
©darkmocha
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