Too Long
It has been too long since you were inside me.
Images flicker in my brain: sweat on skin
Licking, pinching, biting
legs askew,
moans pressing against the ceiling,
my liquid backbone pooling on clean sheets.
I breathe,
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.
Sleep awaits.
Horror Sleaze Trash 