Watching *** happening on T.V.
A cold and lonely silent night,
oh how I wish 'twas me.

I yearn for the touch of my fellow man,
just a little lonely.
A blessing in disguise,
disguised in a cloak of invisibility.
He lives far away in my floral dreams.
Perhaps,
he is a symphony,
written by you,
and played in me.

Come along,
make me wet,
trickle round my thighs.
Intrepid fingers,  
please venture forth,
dig and delve with gentleness.

Nothing more, nothing less.
So hungry,
hungry for sensation filled ***.
(C) LIVVI