“HOW HE SEES ME?”
A Jasiel Fitzgerald Poem.
©Night Angel Xodus
“Nimble fingers settle on your chocolate toned round breasts.
Smoothing over your own goose-pimpled flesh.
They pick and pluck your hardening nipples.
You catch a gaze of Yourself in the mirror and smile at the reflection.
Your head falls back as hands roam over your shapely frame.
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Grinning as you secretly wish that you were laying on my bed.
Naked and Excited.
Sweet almond oil dribbling down your chest. Dribbling down your ab laced stomach.
While fingers work the oil into your skin and all over your breasts.
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In every dip and voluptuous curve of your body.
Pretending that it’s me touching you.
Plump Nipples now pucker under pinching and twisting fingers.
Your Pussy squelches as playing with yourself gets more intensified. Rubbing your clit aggressively then sliding two fingers inside your core.
The thrusts of the fingers buck your hips wildly and deeply… Wishing they were my fingers.
Wishing it was my tongue. Wishing it was my manhood taming your Succulent Valley.
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The Explosion is Strong.
The Release… Satisfactory.
But it’s Never Equivalent.
Compared to when I’m there.
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And Then You ask Yourself…
