She stands before the mirror
Imagination running rings around
mischievous intentions
Unsatiated desire creeping in again
Whenever he’s away
She’s always been this way
Wanting
Needing
Tasting
Feeding…on these fantasies created
by the absence of his touch
She makes a video for him
but it’s just as much for her
Addicted to pleasure
Measure for measure
Releasing once again
Six or nine or maybe ten?
Moaning his name into her phone
the sound echoing down her legs
Purple robe around her shoulders…showing just enough
To inspire him to touch
He told you so…he likes when you tease
When you say you want him
When you say (please)

Caressed by a satin robe, it’s too much fabric
So she lets it fall around her ankles
like so much foam along the shore
Naked by candlelight, spiked heels glisten,
lips wet, needing kisses (deep)
with tongues gliding sliding into heaven
Anticipation rises as fantasy arouses
Longing overshadows loneliness
Is this real or a dream?
Hot, flames melting like candle wax
Warm liquid mixed with slippery words
Speaking worlds into existence
She looks into the camera…and it vanishes

Yes, there he is….she sees her lover,
taking the place of the fabric
Arms enveloping her like the darkness she craves
Body to body becoming one with the night
A familiar presence moving through her
Wonderous Entity racing through blood
Breathing intensely, vortex spinning
All at once, the room changes
She feels his breath upon her neck
Kisses on her shoulder, down her spine, and up again
The caress of his tongue
The whisper of a name shoots up to her brain
And leaves her throat…ahh
An amazing note expressing lust…

She feels hands on her breasts
Are they his hands, or are they hers?
Now, sliding down her stomach
Scent
Taste
Fingers in mouth again
Mmmmnn…so good
Skin against skin
Sweat like morning dew
Fingers touching wetness
Are they her fingers?
Are they his?
Reality blurs until she can’t tell
Nor does she care
Under a spell, she is, cast by her desires
Exploding in a million prisms
of soul sensations, divine emotions
They mix like stardust
Then melt into honey
Flowing through each other
The flavor intoxicates, satiates
Lost in the purest of pleasures
Then another wave hits
Is she kissing him or the mirror?
Moaning his name
Rolling eyes, arched madness
Breathless…she falls backwards
She is alone…
The dream is over (for now)
Lying on her bed, looking up
The ceiling knows her secrets
The walls resonate with her orgasms
A scent of longing on her fingers
Mixed with lavender candles
Between the dusk and dawn
Longing for more
With the taste of her lover
on her lips

TM DiSarro

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