The slightest thought of your touch makes me weak at the knees,
causing me to melt at the part of my body only you seem to master.
South of my belly button.
North of my thighs.
That's where you reside.
That's where I never want you to leave when you're inside.
                     F#%k
                     Me.
Excuse my French and kiss my explicit lips as they quiver.

Thoughts like those seem too real
as wants and needs become orgasmically synonymous in my head.
I picture your body where this pillow lie instead.
Vivid imagery of you tracing my frame with yours.
The memories of what you'd do to my body in the past sparks present excitement.

So slowly I go...there. Into your territory.
Softly touching what belongs to you.
Gradually finding what you found each and every time we made love.
Passionately exploring the slippery place below see-level.
Vividly imagining that you're here tonight,
in me, going deeper and deep..
OH
MY
GOD.
I inhale.

Your name escapes my lips
as an ****** escapes my..
lips.

I exhale.
Drifting into infantile sleep with the picture of you smirking imprinted on my brain.
That face you'd make when
you stared at me,
evaluating the aftermath of your ****** destruction, followed by
a nonchalant shift toward my ear,
only to whisper..

Come Again.