missing your touch

my cunt is wet
aching
a bullet delicately attacks my clit
gentle writhing
thoughts of your naked skin
pressing against me
rough hands on smooth thighs
your lips on my lips
probing
penetrating
exploring sensual textures

I need you
now
I want more than my mind
delivers
I want the touch of your skin
the smell of you
I long for your confident insistant penetration
your pulsing cock
passing my lips

I am ready
to move and writhe to the rhythm of your thrust
my cunt is wet at the thought of you
and this mere toy struggles to temporarily satisfy my lust for you