Ache...
A slow burning candle...I begin to melt from the heat and passion of this flame. Lighting and warming my soul.
As a moth to a flame, I can't resist to touch. Tenderly and softly as I move my hand up the inside of my thighs.
Melting into thought and fantasy of you. The flame inside growing hotter. Laying back upon my bed, with my legs spread further.
Slipping my hand beneath this panty. Soft like silk or the petal from a rose. The need getting stronger, wishing it were your hands upon me now...
One hand caressing my breast, noticing my nipple harden as I allow my fingers to penetrate deep inside. Beginning to bite on my bottom lip, from passionate thoughts of you.
The flood gates open and begin to drown as I lose all control. My moans now coming from this deep, starving ache for you...
Wondering if you think of me in this way and if you were to happen upon me in this delicate position, would you set me free and release this ache within me...
Thoughts and fantasy of you command response to be fed. Feed me, or I may starve
