When I look at you
my body remembers
the feeling of
your lips pressed against mine,
the feeling of your
tongue in my mouth,
the feeling of
your hand on my breast.
the feeling of you
inside me.
Your scent fills my
lungs.
The taste of your
mouth is on my tongue.
I am right on the
edge.
All I need is your
actual touch
to make me cum.
By: Paula D. Nevison
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