by Ebony Jones

Candles burning, my stomach’s turn in the awaiting of you.

Can’t wait to see you, even though it’s only been 8 hrs. 30 minutes and 37 secs. , but who’s counting?

Wearing that outfit you love, you know the one with, and with, oh who am I kidding I am your favorite outfit, as I sit bare with just anticipation.

Wanting to touch you, hold you, taste you, I imagine you there already.

Kissing and caressing, being in mind as one. In tune of each other’s being. Knowing what the other wants.

Slowly you touch my, as I touch your, ooh.. Don’t stop!

As you touch my soul with your mind, my body elevates to the climax of an uncontrollable intoxication.

I am drunken by your words, and blinded by your loyalty, as we continue on our mental voyage.

Your tongue slowly licks around my inner most desires, as it cools my burning fire.

Damn, it’s getting hot in here!

Teasing my thighs with every touch of words so sweet.

Embarrassing my soul with excitement, just can’t take anymore!

Explode!!! Joy, tears…. I, I…I think I..

I think I love you…

I whisper your name…silence….

Nothing, but a rainbow shinning through my window after a storm.

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