I lay beside his sleeping form.
My body, fully awake and wanting.
The craving between my thighs
is so strong its haunting.
My mouth opens but no words come out.
I will him to wake and touch me.
In the end its not his fault.
I'm the one that must set me free.
Jan 29, 2018
Jan 29, 2018 at 6:52 PM UTC
I lay beside his sleeping form.
My body, fully awake and wanting.
The craving between my thighs
is so strong its haunting.
My mouth opens but no words come out.
I will him to wake and touch me.
In the end its not his fault.
I'm the one that must set me free.
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