Night and Day

You have no idea just how intensely I crave you. You have no idea how crazed and dizzying that craving. You have no idea just how I crave your mouth and its kiss, your hands and their touch, your scent and skin and heat.

Night and day.

You have no idea just how much I want to feel you, to feel your overwhelming masculinity, to feel your fingers gliding over my fairness, your thick hard cock slowly filling me to the brim, to feel you moving in and out of me, to feel your seed coating my most intimate depths, painting my breasts and stomach and thighs, glossing my lips and tongue.

Night and day.

You have no idea just how I need to feel you under me, to fit my body into yours, grind myself into you, my soft, swollen sex sliding along your uncut flesh, your burnished head teasing my clitoris, my climax screaming out of me, the scorched liquid lust coating and marking and branding you as my own, our mouths urgently feeding off your bruising kiss.

Night and day.

You have no idea just how I long to surrender to you, to have you surrender to me, to have you unleash your carnality upon me, to have you shred and rip and tear the cloth covering my slight form, to have you push me into that wall, to have you take me from behind, to have you fuck me, truly possess me as no other man has ever done.

Night and day.

You have no idea how I yearn to fuck you, to make love to you, hidden away, in plain sight, alone, with others, on a bed, on the floor, in the shower, bent over your desk at work, in front of a glowing movie screen, on a fast moving train, your fingers disappearing into my hot velvet cunt as my delicate hand strokes your slick, aroused flesh.

Night and day.

You have no idea how I ache to worship you, to taste you, to devour you, leaving nothing but your bones, how I ache to hear your raspy breath, to see the desire lighting your eyes, to sink into the man who inflames my body and mind.

Night and day. Day and night. Night and day.