Playmate

Your name appears in my mind,
My pussy heats.
Your words play over and over,
My pussy lips swell.
The visuals, the details, the complete saturation of mind,
My clit hardens, pulses.
For hours we play, you discover hot spots I never knew I had,
My pussy squeezes tight, clenches hard.
Touching me with words, the way I want to be touched. Here.

Waiting. Ready. Soaking wet.

Via: https://www.lushstories.com/stories/love-poems/playmate

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