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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