I touch myself to the thought of you
All the things you do
The way your body moves over me
The way you grind on top of me
Making me feel so good
Then you'd hold
My legs above my head
Thrust me to the end of the bed
What a head rush
Missing your touch
I touch myself to the thought of you
YOU ARE READING
Dirty Minds -tease-
RomantikA collection of poems and short stories for the dirty minded MATURE All fiction enjoy
