I’m in a certain kind of mood tonight.
Distracted. Thinking about you.
Bits, glimpses from my memory or imagination.
Either way, it stirs hot in my summation. Arousing.
Erotic. Sexy. Fingers touch.
Squeezing. Pleasing. Pussy wet with delight.
The things that you do, seduce me. Invite.
Beguiling, aching for your thrust.
All of these emotions and sensations need completion.
I want more than my feverish mind can produce alone.
Obsessed with the idea of you
inside me. Fucking spoiled.
