When Your Not Here!Mature

This is a poem about being alone at home when your loved one is away and your thinking about them.

I am stroking my thigh,

I dont know why


Because you get me going

Whithout your knowing

My creative juices flowing


Creating day dreams

Of using oils and creams


In total solitude

Both totally nude

And in the mood


For sharing our passion

My head upon the cushion


As you enter me

So very gently

But offering plenty


To make me swoon

From morning to afternoon


With your gentle caress

From thigh to breast

Until there is only energy to rest


And with that i finish

And my passion deminish


From a blaze to an ember

Only memory of your member

To drift into slumber


Once more.

The End

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