What connects us May 9, 2015

 

I like to think there is more to connect us than what lies between those legs of yours, though in the dark of night, when I move, I often think of you, I stroke up the fires that makes you come alive in my mind, and imagine again how it feels to plunge in deeply and hear you moan, this fantasy that arrives just before my eyes close and I descend deep into dream where it all become that much more intense, and no number of strokes can contain it.

I like to think there is more to it than this, and yet, this is what I miss, the game of tag, touching that button I know will make you react, each time I get deep enough to push it, this thing we do (I imagine) that connects us again and again.

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