Into the Phonebooth

Touch me.
Touch me, and
Feel beyond my dominance
To see a man who longs
Craves
Desires
Feels
And needs to be fed.
Touch me and realize the blood
Pumping hotly through veins
Arteries
And capillaries
Is frenzied
And in need of calming.
But mostly,
Touch me, because
I'm tired of touching myself
In your name.
Visualizing your hands here
And your lips there
And your pussy...
Stretched.
Touch me.
Bite me.
Know me.
Touch
Me.
 
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Touch me.
Touch me, and
Feel beyond my dominance
To see a man who longs
Craves
Desires
Feels
And needs to be fed.
Touch me and realize the blood
Pumping hotly through veins
Arteries
And capillaries
Is frenzied
And in need of calming.
But mostly,
Touch me, because
I'm tired of touching myself
In your name.
Visualizing your hands here
And your lips there
And your pussy...
Stretched.
Touch me.
Bite me.
Know me.
Touch
Me.

Oh my ...
 
Maybe this smile is
More of a moan
From some
Well placed
Hips
That found their home,
Or a skeleton key
Housed in a very tight
Hole...
Oh this smile
Is my sex
That has assaulted
Your soul.
 
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Touch me.
Touch me, and
Feel beyond my dominance
To see a man who longs
Craves
Desires
Feels
And needs to be fed.
Touch me and realize the blood
Pumping hotly through veins
Arteries
And capillaries
Is frenzied
And in need of calming.
But mostly,
Touch me, because
I'm tired of touching myself
In your name.
Visualizing your hands here
And your lips there
And your pussy...
Stretched.
Touch me.
Bite me.
Know me.
Touch
Me.

Maybe this smile is
More of a moan
From some
Well placed
Hips
That found their home,
Or a skeleton key
Housed in a very tight
Hole...
Oh this smile
Is my sex
That has assaulted
Your soul.


:heart:
 
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