When she sees him,
Her heart starts beating,her blood rushing,
Everything stops
And time and space mean nothing,
Only him and nothing else but him.
Her moments are well defined by his presence.
She feels nothing but happiness.
She feels there's something that exists between them,
Anytime she sees him.
But when he's gone,
And she thinks of him,
All she sees are perverse images
She sees him touching her,
Fondling her breasts,
Kissing her till her lips hurt,
She sees him tearing her panty apart
Going down and fingering her,
She sees her folds quiver,
She becomes wet and hot
Just at the very thought
Of him becoming hard,
She actually envisions it.
His member huge, hard,straight and firm.
It's wonderful and beautiful.
She sees him running his fingers
Across her back,
Caressing her ass.
She sees him go inside her.
She imagine herself scream,
She laughs at her own thoughts.
She sees them joined together
At that spot,that unique,special spot,
It's all in her mind so she doesn't know
How it really feels,
But she can imagine,
She imagines it feeling good
No... perfect...
Like... it belonged there,
Like... they were made for this.
Don't get her wrong though.
Trust her, she knows these are unholy thoughts.
But she's can't help it,
Right as she's thinking of it she's wet.
It's sinful ... She knows.
But she loves him
Love is holy,
Lust is sinful,
Is she holy or sinful?
Is this love it lust?
