Tuesday, 19 May 2020

The longing

I long for you
The longing
Isn't concentrated
Betwixt my legs

It starts from my toes
And spreads all over
Till I have goosebumps
In my senses

The feeling of you
Inside me
I moan your name
When I finger myself. 


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