Alone is the nite
with desire and in search of rescue...
my telephone rings expectantly
changing all dimentions
bring reality to the space
of wanting.....you!
Words whispered demands made
I respond with moaning sounds
tasting my fingers
then caressing your face
in the mirror of my imagination.
I tell you I Love you
returning to stroke my wet place
I repeat this
I repeat this
the tasting of myself
so that you can taste me too
as if .....
I were on your face ...
In the reflection of your mind.
I give you all the Good Stuff
before we say Goodnite!
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