Aching I can’t denies,
Fingers pushed deep inside,
Legs shacking as I go,
Clit swelling as I push it home,
Arching my back in to my palm ,
Thinking of you turns me on,
In and out, are the motions I repeat ,
dreaming of your face almost brings me to peak.
Playing with my breast,
As I take beep breaths,
Sighing and moaning doesn’t seam to help,
Thinking of your voice as I Biting my lip,
no sound I should make on this night,
Just the rising sensation as I come fingers still deep inside,
In and out are the motions I repeat,
as I fall deeper in to sleep.