Your lips, your curves, your thighs; I miss the friction between you and I. The way when you lay on me you glide as I slide between your legs - for the impending comfort you beg. After that nothing really was said just my thoughts caressing the pituitary gland in your head.
I miss laying softly between your breasts with eyes wide open, and your hands on my chest - thoughts flows as I imagine you undress; what follows is something beyond sex. I grabbed your back and you scratched my neck. My lips simultaneously whispers tender sensation to the nipples on your breasts. You worked me so hard occasionally I of to remind myself to take a breath. Within one of those...