Covetousness
I enjoy the touch of your lips against my body. Sometimes touching myself in imagination of that.
Getting so wet but I thought self control to myself
Literally in pain as I get drenched and yet physically push you away.
Wanting to be vulnerable with you
Adventurous with you
When you say you want to touch me, I smile shyly
Speaking eludes me
All I can think off is your touch
Your tender kisses, rough hands
Searching, waiting for approval
You discern this and proceed more hungrily yet cautiously to share your pleasure with me.
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