It has been too long since you were inside me.
Images flicker in my brain: sweat on skin
Licking, pinching, biting
moans pressing against the ceiling,
my liquid backbone pooling on clean sheets.
pulling air deep inside
pushing against the constraints of my clothing
wishing it was you that was here to push against.
Tendrils of you curl away like the smoke of a dying blaze
I grasp at nothing.
Busy fingers in the dark.
Wanting thrums a steady beat in my head
as I try to touch the places that are yours
With a sigh
I cover myself with black lace and suck on sticky fingers,
On my belly now.