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,
my fingers moving inside of you,
slick with lust, until you burst from the joy of it.
In the dark, alone,