Dancing With Skeletons

Playin In My Pussy (Poetry)

Sittin on the couch thinking of you

My hands began to wonder across my breast

I licked my lips and thought of your touch

I ran my hands across my stomach as I thought of your kisses

I put my hands inside my panties and played with my clit

As I laid there thinking of your lips

I ran my hand down the seam of my chocha and my fingers became wet

Juices were running freely as I wanted you to taste me

I pushed one finger then two deep within my center and thought of you

I pushed deeper as I called out no one's name in particular

If I used my imagination, you were tall, dark and handsome

(The normal cliché)

I pictured you standing there clad in skin and boxers

(As I played in my pussy)

Your dick was at attention and as much as I craved it

I couldn't have it because you were a figment of my imagination

My hips began to wind as the sensation grew stronger

I found myself pinchin my nipples through the fabric of my beater

I thought of your fingers stroking a chord in the middle of my strokin

(As I Played In My Pussy)

My walls began to pulsate so I rubbed my clit faster

I reached out for you in the deep recess of my mind

My orgasm was buildin

This was an awesome feelin

As my toes curled under

As my eyes rolled back

As the deeper part of my back begin to arch

I pushed deeper as I cried out for you

I cried out for release

I cried of for the possibility of things unseen

(As I Played In My Pussy)