I am itching for you.
We’ve been together for so long. Our intimate time is penciled on my calendar.
In preparation for this weekend’s steamy session —
I go to the drugstore to look for the product with the best slip.
Slippery when wet, is what is desired, when I brush up against you.
With great contentment, the date is here.
Our session begins with a shower.
Slowly, I wash you.
I massage and coat you.
Fingers are used for separation.
My body bends forward like a F without a dash.
The hot sensations are hitting my mind.
Feel good moans become me.
I stand up and step aside.
The build-up is rinsed away.
Outside the shower, I stare at the mirror’s reflection.
You are no longer elongated. You have shrunken.
I am pleased.
You look good on me.
I gently towel and wrap you.
Intertwined. Braided together.
I fall asleep.
My hair is did.
Until the next time – I adore you for reading my blog,
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