Distraction

I try distracting my mind with mundane tasks

Throughout the day.

Yet somehow

My thoughts find their way

Back to you.

The rise and fall of my chest

As I take a deep breath

Reminds me of how I like to

Slow grind up and down

On your throne.

I blink away naughty thoughts as

I feel my nipples rub gently against my blouse.

This arousal takes me from my desk

To a place where my body is covered

In wet kisses

And your tongue is writing love letters

Between my thighs.

I try fanning away the temptation

Of teasing myself by messaging you.

I’ve already spent my lunch break

Touching myself in the restroom

Because the memories have left my panties

Wet from just the thought of doing dirty

Things to you…

On my desk, in the car, anywhere our imagination allows…

My body betrays me

In the moments I need to focus.

All I can think about is me on top

Of you.

Those lips kissing me in sacred places.

Those hands gripping me tightly.

The heavy tone of your whisper

As you talk me through each phase of pleasure.

The depth and rhythm of your stroke

I find intoxicating enough

To never want rehab.

But most importantly

I can’t stop thinking of what your eyes say

When you look deeply into my soul.

You pierce my inner walls;

You feel like home.

You are more than just a thrill.

An intoxicating pleasurable experience.

You are my safe space

Where I feel natural, uninhibited

And well understood and

Appreciated.