ginacherry

To the boy that holds my constant attention- The one that lingers constantly in my imagination-..What is it about you? What is it that keeps the interest so deep, so profound, My imagination takes me where I have yet to have ever been...I break in the depth of your needs, your wants, you hungry voice. .leading me somewhere that I have yet to experience...I close my eyes and you are inside me....I feel every inch of you....I feel you ...even after we are done, I keep coming back to it.. over and over in my head....to the things we said to each other in the middle of a cold empty night, listening for the sighs, the moans...I grow weary wanting to hear all those things over and over again...how often can one repeat them...before the brute of their depth, the words....mean no more?...Sometimes .I wish we would have done these things years agogiven you my cherrybeen your girlfriendbeen something more than a conversation..but alasthe world had a funny idea for you and me.and so here we are counting sheep and whispering things to each other even from miles away..In this worldYou take my hand....I close my eyes....I can see you ...on top...my legs embrace your waist....and I feel your face, lips, chest closer to me.....closer...than I have ever felt anyone.....I bite my lip....I feel my insides open up ..and when you spear me ..I am lost...in this...this thing we...have -..this thing we hold on to.....for the lack of touch, feel, smell, taste, ...all of it...we let it live in our imaginations....even in this...I am head over heels...and I can't help myself......you know I can't.....this is what makes me come back...more and more....my mess cascades , spills over and overI imagine yours cascading. .and my greedy mind wishes it was all over mespilling from my lips, chin, down my neck.all over my titsI long to be covered by youMy hand falls between my legs and I part that which I want you to have. you saypry them apart.. so I Can taste every dropI more than oblige.this I cant ignore. .the wetness between my thighs.they drip with the illusionthe image of you. .between themso sweetlyyour face. .buried where you are only welcome to go.FUCKyou make me wet I say.and for the moment I feel as though I can do anything with youeven fall in love..