Remember

In the darkness, when the sun goes down, and you lay your weary head upon your pillow, think of me.

As you lay on your soft cotton sheets, stroking your soft, velvety folds

think of me

touching in your stead.

Remember the feel of my fingers caressing those warm moist lips,

my mouth tasting

the heated honey

that drips steadily

from your desperately wanton tunnel.

As you toss to and fro on your bed tonight,

you’ll remember

my fingers moving inside of you,

slick with lust, until you burst from the joy of it.

In the dark, alone,

remember me.