Do you ever wake up hungry? Today, I woke up with a hunger for him. As if my body knew before I was awake that I would see him tonight.
Slick wetness glistens over my sex and I notice its presence there as I’m getting ready for the day.
Images of skin and curves being ravaged by masculine hands and lips assault my mind.
The ever-present sensation of his touch on my soul is heightened and vivid. Why is my heat so prevalent from minute one this morning?
My female essence is fired as is by a kiln and only his touch will assuage the hunger beneath the lava flow.
When I close my eyes my being is rocked by my passion for the sight and feel of him that thunder across my inner playground.
Let the hours fly, let Helios whip his stallions and thrust his sun chariot across the sky post-haste!