I know it isn’t me that you’re thinking about as you lie awake at night. I know I don’t fill your dreams in those quiet moments. No, it’s not me that makes your body ache with the loneliness of lost sensation. Not me, but what I do to you. How my lips feel as they covert your body with soft kisses. My strong digits holding you tight, opening you up to my ministrations. My arms pressing you to the mattress as my weight over powers you. My tongue flicking out and caressing you in the most intimate of places. That ache of your orgasms growing deep inside you. The way the ripples make your muscles tighten. My name on your lips as you feel the ghost of my touch. So, I know it’s not me you think of as you lie awake at night…
Why don’t you just sit there and imagine my lips on your neck. My hands holding you hips as you listen to your teacher. No one can see me, only you, only you can feel my fingers squeezing your waist and my tongue softly licking your neck, curling around your ear lobe and gently sucking. My hands travelling downwards, beneath the desk, strong fingers slip between your legs and grip your inner thighs, “Nuhuh babygirl, let Daddy in!” I whisper into your ear as you try to pinch your thighs together. My lips latch onto your neck and my teeth bite, gently, you gasp and your legs open with the help of my hands.
You can feel the soft air against your smooth legs as it wisps up your dress, you bite your lip as you watch the hem of your skirt rising, coiled beneath my grasping fingers. Then you feel the skin on skin sensation as my hands slip underneath the fabric. Slowly, inch by inch, my hands and fingers creep deeper, deeper still, your breath ragged your hands shaking. You stop, bolt upright as you feel my lips smiling against your cheek, “ah there we are princess, just what I was looking for.” My hand cups your pussy gently, squeezing you through your panties as you gasp again. Softly I massage you, feeling you get wetter beneath the soft cotton. Your mouth is dry and your body is shaking. Your stomach is swishing, your breathing stagnated. You yelp softly and grip the desk… The teacher looks your way and you try to smile…
"Good girl," I whisper as I kiss your cheek, "There’s my good little girl!"…
Seriously, I just want to grab someone and start kissing them, all like, awkwardly and missing lips and over cheeks, and just kissing them like crazy!
To the one I love,
I could stand here with my eyes rested on you for hours. Sipping my coffee as I stand here smiling. Watching you shiver and flinch as each nuance of your dream is played out. Your delicate body drifting from one place to the next like a leaf on the wind, without moving from beneath that shawl. Your feet twitching and your arms closing about you as if hugging someone for warmth. I remember when I first saw you, lost and alone in a sea of people. When I took your hand and you looked into my eyes I knew from that moment on I would do anything to keep you safe and loved!
Let me hold you, touch you, taste you. I need you in my arms and on my mind. My idle fingers are restless without your number to dial or hair to twirl. You were never here though I miss you as if you were. My home is empty and hollow without you. In a world of missing pieces I am yet to find mine but you were so close. There is love in this world floating through the air, it is searching for you and the warmth of your heart. When it finds you take care of it, for it carries my name!