Touch.
You fingers strong.
Teasing.
Rubbing over those glistening folds.
My legs opening for you.
Silently begging for your touch.
One finger.
It’s not enough.
More I plead.
Another joins.
I moan.
Whimpering.
You move them, a decadent rhythm.
My hips arching.
Pushing up and into you.
Craving everything.
All you’ll give to me.
Please.