Honey

I’m already on tonight and I wish I was getting it on... tonight. To feel a pair of lips kissing on mines, from up above and down below. My thoughts are racing and pacing back and forth of any scenario I can make up in my mind. I’m here laying with my body all tensed up, willing to put this workup, yup. Let me feel those hands on me so I can admire the way they caress on these... titties. Flicking of a tongue teasing one of my nipples on one and giving the other a bounce to their symphony. Oh, baby.

Stretched across this bed, I want someone to grab me and give me the love I plea to this... pussy. Biting on my bottom lip as I reach down to rub her pretty. Slowly adjusting my body up, using my headboard as support to sit up and watch her cream.

Needing a bit of motivation, I tasted my favorite aphrodisiac as I blow her smoke into the air. Allowing her to swim through my lungs and igniting my fire to flame. I’m ready... I wish someone was feeling the same. I’m going insane.

Looking at this toy in my hands isn’t enough and it’s becoming rough to the touch, I need more than this... Feeling minimal anger of not being in reach of some to just rock my world for a moment. Wishing to fill this room with my song that he can bop his head along to.

Can you visual a bee searching for the perfect flower, capturing the nectar from it to create that golden... oooh. Can anybody come poke in between my pedals to make me drop nothing but this sticky goo? So tonight, I’ve become both the bee and the flower. Working my body to ooze...

A reflection of a figure of mine, all fine, watching my hips whine... into this mirror. Speaking only three words to the girl who is only a part of my audience...

Let’s make honey.