Loving Myself
Loving Myself
I miss him playing with my toys.
I’m alone now in my bed looking
out my window at the silver stars.
My hand stroking them while my mind is
remembering, remembering.
He used to teased by kissing
them.
He knew their secret places.
He would talk to them while our bodies
Glistening with moister ready, ready.
I with anticipation waiting, waiting.
My toy’s hair moist with oils of love,
thinking how he used his mouth.
Cleaning matted hair “tasting the sea’s bounty”,
As he used to say.
Feeling him inside my juguete and the
Tingling, the itch please hurry.
Wanting him deeper, deeper oh heaven above!
Now bitting them, Yesssss, he’s almost
here.
Fingers deep rocking and twisting until erupting
with waves upon waves soaking his bounty.
Red golden stream flowing from my volcano
releasing stored hot magma just for him.
I fall asleep knowing he will return whenever I
want.
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