It's insatiable, this desire of mine.Maybe it's wanted more because I can't necessarily or readily have it.So goes our newest Era of covid-19 intention.Viral intervention.These longings.
I read about it, dream about it and constantly degrade myself for wanting or needing it.
I sit here, looking around, searching my soul, writing it down, cursing myself, second guessing and then reaffirming.Sending out my plea's own plea...Hopes the universe takes it in,giving those who care eyes to see.
Alone and stricken with my heated souls affliction. Night after hammered night of need, my twisted mind howls, gnawing as it feeds.A sexually charged infused, fucking, sucking blowing screed.Lonely and emotional, I scraw away into the dark
My hand, it's sore and pounding, throbbing in its ache...
To satiate.
To fellatiate.
My mind is filled with hate.... I want the touch, the pain, the power of fluffy clouds and electricity all at once. The quick strike and again my eyes roll as I tell out! Fuck yes! Harder! The passion burns from my body as I'm drawn to it. Almost as an addiction that I need and must have. You whore! I love the words rolling off your soft, wet, lips... Do your worst.... Yes Master your hand is still felt on my skin days after you release your beast on me. No longer a little girl, kneeling in front of you is your pretty little you waiting for your touch. 🎀💋🎀
