She wants the warmth of a body.
She wants the intimacy of the untouchable.
She wants the illicit touch.
She wants the adoration of the forbidden.
She wants too much.
She wants.
Emptiness fills her dreams and the images are frozen.
Icy delights of the darkness of night.
Self comforted warmth of lonely climax and isolation.
They all do it.
They all do.
She comforts herself.
They all do it.
Stretching and breathing hard,
Heart racing and sweat peppering her skin
As she lies back on the coolness of cotton.
The pillow resting between her thighs as she lets them fall open
Hot dampness seeping from the female folds,
Nipples hard encompassing her heart.
Blood racing.
Blood making her skin glow.
Blood filling her up...
...letting her go.
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