Beneath cotton blankets
her mind is restless
watching a dull sunrise
sprinkle through the window
She daydreams in bed
manifesting you
to caress herself to
It doesn’t work
You never come
Instead, her lights flicker
unseen footsteps creak across the floor
Even a white orb captured on camera
occasionally lingers at her door
She wants more
More to see, smell, hear, touch, taste
Every day
she imagines your answer
with kisses and whispers
Sweet greetings from
ten soft stroking fingers
and one hard member
deep inside her dreams...
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Fiction writer. 🌱 Nature lover. Heavy Thinker.
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Ah yes, my absolute favorite activity :))
Awesome poem, Kirsten! ヽ(•‿•)ノ
Mine too :)) Makes the time pass pleasantly, haha. Thank you for reading, Bogdan!
A beautiful poem, very sensual.
Thank you so much! 🙂
Ooh loved it!
🥰Thanks so much Pooja!
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I can see this so vividly and it’s absolutely lovely. Very enticing…
Thank you, mercutio. I’m pleased you enjoyed it. 😊
Beautifully expressed, Kirsten. Sensual and elegant. ✨🌹
Thank you for reading and your kind words, Jeff! I appreciate it 🙂
You’re welcome, Kirsten. It’s my pleasure. ✨🌹
What a beautiful poem Kirsten!
I hope this is not Misa thinking about Timothy!!
Haha no way! Thank you so much Devang! 🙂
Keep sharing 🙏🏼